Change is difficult. Breaking tradition requires undying strength, yet it's almost so effortless to do.
I'm gonna start a revolution. You know, we all want to change the world.
Tactfully,
T.J.
martes, 20 de enero de 2009
This is the status quo
Currently listening to The Beatles' "Revolution". This song makes me want to buy a Guy Fawkes mask, get a horrible straight-bang haircut, and blow up Parliament. The raucous electric guitar sounds next to Lennon's vocals make for such a beautifully mutinous song.
Change is difficult. Breaking tradition requires undying strength, yet it's almost so effortless to do.
Change is difficult. Breaking tradition requires undying strength, yet it's almost so effortless to do.
domingo, 11 de enero de 2009
Cockshit
Currently listening to Elliott Smith's "Say Yes". He stabbed himself to death. It can be concluded he was one hell of an artist.
When people ask me what my greatest fear is, I usually have multiple responses ready. Spiders. Death. Growing up. Disappointment. I lie everytime. You wouldn't expect it from me, but I'm a fucking great liar.
That's my greatest fear. Being lonely. Not in the sense that I have nobody around me (I cherish every moment I have alone), but in the sense that I've been living an untruth my entire life and I realize on my deathbed that no one ever knew the real Eleanor Rigby. But how much can we expect others to see us as we are when even we ourselves can't remove that mask? It's the vulnerability, the fear that others won't like what they see, we won't like what we see once the mask comes off. No more walls, no more barriers, it never comes back on. Fuck.
Life is a bitch.
Tactfully,
T.J.
When people ask me what my greatest fear is, I usually have multiple responses ready. Spiders. Death. Growing up. Disappointment. I lie everytime. You wouldn't expect it from me, but I'm a fucking great liar.
That's my greatest fear. Being lonely. Not in the sense that I have nobody around me (I cherish every moment I have alone), but in the sense that I've been living an untruth my entire life and I realize on my deathbed that no one ever knew the real Eleanor Rigby. But how much can we expect others to see us as we are when even we ourselves can't remove that mask? It's the vulnerability, the fear that others won't like what they see, we won't like what we see once the mask comes off. No more walls, no more barriers, it never comes back on. Fuck.
Life is a bitch.
Tactfully,
T.J.
domingo, 4 de enero de 2009
I saw the devil sleeping
The darkness pervades -
shades our eyes,
hides the truth.
Our only guides
are hovering bulbs of red.
They move past us quickly,
and leave us to find our way,
with the little hope we do possess.
shades our eyes,
hides the truth.
Our only guides
are hovering bulbs of red.
They move past us quickly,
and leave us to find our way,
with the little hope we do possess.
jueves, 1 de enero de 2009
I hate odd years
Currently listening to the droning blow of the heater.
Do you ever have those moments when you know you're doing something against your beliefs but just want to keep doing it? You think one way and you feel one way, but you act another way? These are the moments that test our strength and conviction.
But I feel sometimes we have to go against what we think we believe in to find out what it is we really believe in.
Tactfully,
T.J.
Do you ever have those moments when you know you're doing something against your beliefs but just want to keep doing it? You think one way and you feel one way, but you act another way? These are the moments that test our strength and conviction.
But I feel sometimes we have to go against what we think we believe in to find out what it is we really believe in.
Tactfully,
T.J.
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