The devil carves his name into my skin
The blood reads: *disgusting

No one person's personality is unique in any way.

If you've at some time been exposed to a television set, a film, a piece of music, a book, a magazine, or people in a closed environment, then you are not in any way, shape, or form an original person.


We are all just composites of the things we've come in contact with during our lives, we pick up the things we think we want, or need and apply them to ourselves, and sometimes it's a sham, and sometimes it feels real.

The only way to be original is to be put out of society the moment you're born, but even then you may take on the characteristics of the wildlife you come in contact with... so apparently you're ****** no matter what.

I suppose what makes a person unique is the way they mash up all the **** that they've been exposed to,
whether they do it in a somewhat original fashion, or if they do it in a way that is similar to those around them.

Societies fear those who do not take the path of least resistance, and those are the people we call "unique", "different", "ugly", "weird", "stupid", "genius", "freak", "amazing", "loser".

They're the attention getters, and those who seek to get attention.

The ones that take the easy road to be accepted, they're the one's outshined,
and they have to get revenge some way, why not talk ****?

I can say though, that I feel real, I don't feel like I'm putting up a front for anyone.
Most days I like who I am, most days I lie, most days I'm honest.

*Circa 2009

They tell us that we should know who we want to be,
but how can we do that when we don't even know who we are?
They tell us not to look directly into the sun,
so we never bother to look into the mirror.
They tell us to never step on a sidewalk crack because we shouldn't want to break our mother's back,
but we do anyways as if we have something against her.
They tell us not to be sad,
but how can we ignore the feeling they give us?
They tell us they love us,
but how can we believe that if they never touch us?
They tell us to fear death,
but why should we?

Look at me
Look at who I am
I've been your friend
I've been your foe
So listen to me as I
stand in front of your door.

Come with me
you'll see I have a new
opportunity that will be fun
for the both of us like old times

But I've changed and haven't seen
you in years I thought you were gone
I even shed tears and now that you are
standing here your presence has been clear.

I would love to help but I have my
own thing going on that I'm happy with
and I would rather not interfere with my old self
That man is no longer me, I have evolved into a
family man and my life revolves around my family.
I hate to say no to someone so dear but it's good to see
you it's been so many years and you just appear.

Those people,
Doing things
That they shouldn't do.
Those people.
By day, oblivious
By night, nuisances
To us.
I feel guilty for even
Saying a word
I feel like a gossipmonger.
But, like all things that seem bitter.
It's for the greater good...


Their greater good.

Reality is simpler than it seems,
But it asks from you the clearest lens

Commonly what is seen, a Shadow:
                               Uncolored
                               Nebulous
                               Restrained
                               Empty
                               Achromatic
                               Larger
than you
in a sunny day of true september,
an external light however

Do not dress yourself by your shadow
Feel your body,
Feel the fabric,
Put it on
Take it off
and let your truly self decide between the blue scarf or the red hat.

The hour is here.
The stars are align.
The stage is set for your entrance.
Good fortune is in your favor.
Welcome the courage to take the next step.
- Christian Ek