A life less ordinary?

After months of dubious progression one seems to have made a breakthrough. Let us hope this is a thing of permanency and not ephemeral at all.

I order anyone who reads this to go to www.theyesmen.org ASAP and get a good load of what's wrong in the world and the deviously ingenious ways in which some people are trying to make a change. Subversiveness is the key to making the world a better place.

Surely you would expect more from me at this junction. Sadly, I am not in a verbose phase. My verbal frugality is all I adhere to now as I look to remake certain aspects of my life yet again. Always in upheaval I am, it seems.

All father grant me sight and wisdom. Thor hallow my endeavors.

Lyrics for the day

Wake Up
Lyrics by Layne Staley
Music by Staley, McCready, Martin, Saunders


Wake up young man, it's time to wake up
Your love affair has got to go
For 10 long years, for 10 long years
The leaves to rake up
Slow suicide's no way to go, oh
Blue, clouded grey
You're not a crack up
Dizzy and weakened by the haze
Moving onward
So an infection not a phase
Yeah, oh

The cracks and lines from where you gave up
They make an easy man to read, oh
For all the times you let them bleed you
For little peace from God you plead, and beg
For little peace from God you plead
Ahhaahh, Yeah, Ahhaahh, Yeah, Ahhaahh, Yeah

Wake up young man, wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Oh, yeah

Wake up young man, it's time to wake up
Your love affair has got to go, yeah
For 10 long years, for 10 long years,
The leaves to rake up
Slow suicide's no way to go, oh
Slow suicide's no way to go
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up



River Of Deceit
Lyrics by Layne Staley
Music by Staley, McCready, Martin, Saunders


My pain is self-chosen
At least, so The Prophet says
I could either burn
Or cut off my pride and buy some time
A head full of lies is the weight, tied to my waist

The River of Deceit pulls down, oh oh
The only direction we flow is down
Down, oh down
Down, oh down
Down, oh down
Down, oh down

My pain is self-chosen
At least I believe it to be
I could either drown
Or pull off my skin and swim to shore
Now I can grow a beautiful shell for all to see

The River of Deceit pulls down, yeah
The only direction we flow is down
Down, oh down
Down, oh down
Down, oh down
Down, oh down

The pain is self-chosen, yeah
Our pain is self-chosen


Mad World by Tears for Fears

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tommorow, no tommorow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

Gates In Passing

I know what it is now,
I doubt what it once was
I feel bereft of mirth
For the gate that I must pass

That which I thought was true
Is truly all a lie
I have little to show but grue
Beneath the mottled sky

I’ll cry, I know, for I do feel
Truly, what I know I do
And nothing, save the deepest sleep
Will make me up anew

This ends with the taste of ashes
This ends with the flesh stained
This fills me with a leaden heart
My sense of trust is maimed

Devoid of any further hope
For love and light, undone,
Can bring no solace to me now
To cleanse this turpid con

I cannot see the sun
My eyes refuse to see!
The blinding light of truth
In this dank menagerie

I am naught but a pauper
A jester beheaded again
I am not but a bottom-feeder
With nothing to attain

Unlikable and un-liked
Unlovable and un-loved
Unfulfilled and unimportant
Un-sewn and utterly ignorant

I live a lie not wanting
To accept the bitter truth
That for all I could love someone
That someone won’t come through

So bitter and despondent
Unfettered and unwise
My mind remains transfixed
With the sparkle of twin stars

My rhyme bedraggle yet again
My prose so clearly unapt
I must now part ways with this fair court
And walk the path again.

Numbness

I don’t like my face today
I don’t like my self today
I don’t like anything today
I just don’t like today

Someone pummel me
Beat me down
Let me fall into darkness
And unfeeling drown

I don’t like the color gray
I don’t like the flag in sway
I don’t like the sunny ray
I just don’t like today

Futility/Inability

I heave in unrest and despair
At the substance unknown in the air
With both hope and rage unbridled
With both fear and woe I’m stifled
What little have I to offer
In light of the grandest other
When my petty endeavor is
Scant more than a fleeting wisp
In the wind that wracks my limbs?
A tree quite rotten, untrimmed
The very essence of my work
Pales in the view of the fork
In the road I have traveled
To reach this lightless hovel
What do I have to show
For the mind’s dimming glow?
All these years of toil
All but for my plans to foil
The gleam in my eye is spent
The spine of my tower, bent
In disdainful throes of absurdity
For the sake of this monstrosity
Rend my mind from my useless body
And leave me a sculpture bloody

The Voice of Treason

Have I betrayed or am I betrayed?
Wherefore do I ponder thus
Whether I am at fault or not?

A snake in the grass is found
By the disturbing of the blades
Not its hiss or venomous bliss.

In turpitude I revel unhinged,
Cackling. What am I to believe
If truth is circumvented forsooth?

Leer I at your consorts unknowing.
Sneer at your smile that in its light hoards.
Leeching my will with touch so still.

Tease my heart with crows' feathers.
Rend my trust as I have yours.
But do you see in in me your fault in deed?

Only 64%!?!?!?

I am 64% Asshole/Bitch.

I am abrasive, some people really hate me, but there may be a group of other tight knit assholes and bitches that I can hang out with and get me. Everybody else? Fuck ‘em.

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