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Alright, world. It's time to get down to business. It's time to start caring about things that matter again. So take your mind away from all the trivial, superficial things and thing about the important things that change the entire dynamic of global society. I had a class last semester about Marx, Nietzsche and Freud. Those men amaze me. There was a time where there were people like Karl Marx trying to change the world. Forget whether you agree or disagree with his opinions. Whether he was right or wrong, he was convicted. It was his true beliefs. If you don't understand what I'm trying to say, think of Adolf ******. Some people agreed with beliefs of ******, some people didn't. People to this day are still agreeing and disagreeing with the beliefs of ******. Forget about all that. Even he, someone who was considered an awful man, did something. He tried to change the world. Yes, maybe he ended up changing the world for the worse, but the point is that in HIS MIND, he thought he was changing it for good. And after the existance of these people, all that stuff just... stopped. Who do we hear of nowadays who's trying to change the world (regardless of the outcome)? NOBODY. And the people who are doing things to change the world, nobody gives a **** about because people are too entranced with the more important things like What Not to Wear, the Kardashians, Honey Boo-Boo, and people being famous cake-makers. How many great philosophers, poets, psychologists who really care about the public do we hear around in this era? None! Of the few people who do try to make a difference in the world, none of them get recognized. Well, that is besides those celebrities who ***** a school in Africa because it's a good photo opportunity. I want nothing more than to even do the tiniest thing in my life that will make even a slight impact on the world; write a book, publish a philosophical transcript, but I'm starting to feel like there isn't even a point in doing so anymore because despite my efforts, in this shallow society, nobody would even take a glance.
It's something like a fuzzy feeling,
That makes you all warm inside.

Your emotions are very revealing,
It's getting harder to hide.

Does he notice?
Does he even care?

You're starting to lose focus,
Try not to stare...

You're unraveling at the seams,
He's driving you insane.

He's playing an active role in your dreams.
WIith this unhealthy addiciton, what is there to gain?

His love! Oh his love!
You wish he could see!

It's a sign from above,
Oh how perfect you could be!

But as of right now, he doesn't need to know,
It's just a simple CRUSH, there's no need to tell him so.
The sky lit up with a fiery blaze,
The sun fell beneath the earth, giving the skyline a tangerine colored haze.
All I could see now were shapes.
They looked blotched and disfigured, the shadows showed.
I looked in the mirror to see the same figure.
Disgusted I was, though I could not seem to look away.
I wanted to hide myself, throw a rock at the mirror.
Your beautiful red flower, its green stem that glowed.
Though it died, I know.
Yet still I wonder.
If the feeling is there.
My body to the red flower will never compare.
My eyes sting
and I'll be without comfort
for 5 or so hours
Feel good this Monday
or risk all that last night and tomorrow morning
was and will be worth
Sometimes it's hard to tell
if you're afraid of death
or just want it over with
or just need
deep sleep
10-22-2012
In feeling
I feel like I am alive
I could attribute this importance to anything
Yet the choice
is a blood flow
distributed over six lines of irrelevance
10-26-2012
the mood was blue like the sky late afternoon
the day was long like the line-up at the bathroom
Their words went quiet, just noise in a crowded riot
the mood went violet within 6 seconds flat
as the artist mixed black and blue on his palette
Everything is a paradox
From the fireflies to the boondocks
There is no paradigm
No pattern to be followed
You have to climb
Through the slime
the crime
the grime.

Time?
None.
Everyone will be outdone
In a world where anyone
Gets a trophy for their shelf
It's all about yourself

Relax while you can
Doctors, rapists, the businessman

Set fire to the bible
This is it, you're tribal

**** until you die!
Drink, steal, lie.

Because nothing matters.
Now go,

run,

scatter.
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