Sunsets and Seashores

Life is an enigma. Just when I think I have things figured out, or straightened up and ready to go, someone throws me a curveball. I am a little on the forward side. I guess I just read into things a little too much, maybe?

Never ever say 'Die.' Get the fuck up. Do not attempt to adjust your television set. I have assumed control, and I won't let you bleed out your pitiful existance infront of a constant stream of biased news media and overall a sorrry excuse for entertainment. It's time you stepped it up and got out into society. Make it safe. Society is not safe. Society is headed in a nosedive down a twisting spiral of hypocrisy and idiotcracy. The pilot of this spiraling doom? Oh, yeah. That's 'Absurdity.' Absurdity is not a person, per say, for it is so much more. Absurdity is the way we live our live. Never looking forward, or in the rear. We prefer to see the 'here and now' aspect and could give a flying fuck what everyone that comes after us has to deal with.

Seriously.

I am going to get off my soapbox now.

Don't let these motherfuckers brainwash you. Turn off the television set. Step away from that recliner. Buy a bicycle and take a long ride. Look at your enviroment. See ways to adapt to it, WITHOUT destroying it.

Life.
Depends.
On.
It.

Current Mood: apathetic
Current Music: HED(P.E.) - 'Waiting to die'

This one's for you.

So you pass by.
Never mentioning life in general.
You don't know it yet.
If I were a betting man, you'd be my bet.
Keep that chin up.
Don't let those eyes drop low.
Life rolls on.
Everyone else is just a passenger.
On this long dirt road.
Times are fun.
Times are rough.
Times come and go.
You have to live through the tough.
To enjoy this ride.
Never swerve from side to side.
Don't hit the brakes.
Keep your foot on the throttle.
I see something in those bright eyes.
I see clearly through those sighs.
Soon you'll be on your way.
Nothing anyone can say.
No more empty promises.
Only bright and vivid memories to be made!

Current Mood: restless
Current Music: Story of the Year

Sunsets and seashores.
Nice girls and petty whores.
Open windows and slammed doors.
Of all the things I love.
Nothing can climb above.
Things that twinkle in an eye.
That you can never say goodbye.
No matter how hard you may try.
You will always know the reason why.
Every time I turn to leave.
I give a slight sigh.
Sun beams down and reflects.
And I can always seem to recollect.
How days flew on.
How a mother and father raised their son.
I am here now, again.

Current Mood: creative

So.
This will be the first post.
Of probably more than a few.
Not too sure yet.
Depends on how this goes.
If it flows.
I'll soon find out.

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Loud and Fast.