Inner Thoughts and Rant's

American Life

2004-09-11T21:25:00.000-07:00

Stop the madness. What the hell are we doing? If we re-elect this idiot we deserve what we get. Not to say that Mr. Kerry (I use the term Mr. Very loosely) is any better the the current dictator. And how the hell does this crack-head looking Paris Hilton become a sex simbol. The dumb bitch looks like she went through the holocaust. We need to wake up and smell the coffee. We live in a world of BULLSHIT, but that is where most of us choose to live. Not me. When I see all of these scum-bags making big money to act like a bunch of jerk offs it makes me sick. Maybe I need to find a new country to live in.

Stalker

2004-09-03T18:46:00.000-07:00

Everyday I turn around and there he is, following me, mocking me, duplicating my every move. I turn to him and shout "Leave me alone, stop following me." But he pays no mind to me. The only time I seem to break free from his torment is in the darkness of night. I pray for the night, but once the daylight returns he also returns following me so close it's like his footsteps are one with mine. When I turn to him and beg him to leave me at once, but he says nothing. He acts as if he is unaware of my presence. When I try to tell that I am being followed they look at me as if I were crazy. I know that I am not crazy. I see him following me day after day. Though I can not hear his footsteps I know he is there. I can see him out of the corner of my eye, and though he does not speak to me I can feel the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck as he follows me. Many times I haved tried to disguise myself so he would not recognize me, but it is to no prevail, I turn around and he is there. No matter what I do he is there mocking me, mimicking my every move, haunting me soul, never giving me a moment of solitude. He shares everything of mine. My life, my soul, t he air I breathe and even my name, for he is my shadow and he will haunt me to the day I die.

Our Hero's

2004-08-31T16:18:00.000-07:00

Listen mother fucker and listen loud and clear. Don't get in my face and try to tell me how to vote with five carrots of bling-bling in each ear. Do you know how many children lost their arms and their parents so you could wear your hundred and fifty carrots? So don't come and try to act like your all humanitarian and shit, I'm telling you right now mother fucker you'd better just quit. I guess it's not easy having fortune and fame so when it comes down to it we are the ones to blame because we let these people dictate everything in our pathetic little lives and we never stop to hear the cries of those who have less than us, somehow they get thrown under the bus. They are the disposable class in a world of big cars and big cash. So the next time you want to tell me how to vote, take off those diamonds and take off that mink coat. Realize that some of us are able to use our own minds because we haven't been brainwashed by primetime.

Time

2004-08-30T20:43:00.000-07:00

Where has time gone? Has it disguised itself and hidden from me? Has the wind carried it to a far off place? Has the rain washed it into the earth only to have the sun come out to evaporate it away again? Where has it gone? In the still of night my cries echo through the streets as I plead with time to come back for me. When I stop, all I can hear is the silence of the night, and no reply from time. The more I look for it the more it hides from me. I am always one step behind, calling for time to wait up for me. But time doesn't wait for me. He ignores my cries. After spending most of my life looking for time, I now know why time passed me by. I should have stopped and looked for him in the present, and not in the past or the future. I always looked forwards and backwards but never to my side where time had been all along. For time waits for known but everyone waits for time. We spend our lives waiting for time to wait for us, when our waiting is over time has already passed us by. The next time you look for time, stop and take a look around for time will be there, but if you wait to long, time will surely pass you by.