A Bushido soldier in
The modern world, it's
not wanted, not needed
honor above all
Lost in the line
of space and time
No one cares anymore
for the art of war
Bushido soldier, lost
in the modern world
un-wanted, not needed
I still have honor after all
A swing of the sword
Hails of arrows
Shield, what is that
Death before dishonor
I am the Bushido
nothing can touch me
I have no wants
I have no needs
Honor is all I have.
You have tricked
you have lied
you have cheated
and you have died
You have tried
to drag me with you
but I won't let you
I can not fall
By the Bushido
I survive alone
Honor above all
and the rest fall
I am the Samurai
Before dishonor, I die
Fear me, hate me, but
I will be the one to take up the call
that will destroy you.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
It has been a while since I last posted. I have been busy. That should say lazy, but I'll let this one go. Spring is back full force, which means sun, which means I'm reduced to vampire tactics for a little while. Rawr, I bite necks. The question on my mind is "is it all worth it?"
I have to believe it is, because let's be honest, if it's not than what's the point of living. To be alive idiot. DUH. but there's got to be more to it, right? I think I have found the answer though. The answer to it all is not 42, it is not to reproduce, it is to experience something that no other planet in our solar system has. It's to experience the very thing we question. We live, to live. Bear with me here.
Most people SCIENTIST believe we are here merely to reproduce. However, they ignore that to reproduce, the actions we must take are pleasurable, in fact a lot of people mostly men, but a good number of women too attempt to do it as much as possible. Haha, nice pun there. "do it". I'm dieing here. Seriously though, why ignore the fact that when we act on the urge to reproduce it makes us want to do it even more? I believe we are here to not only experience those feelings but more.
Is there not an exquisite feeling to sadness. Sure, no one likes being sad, or mad, or frustrated. But could you really say that if you didn't feel them at all. How can you be alive if you only feel one feeling. That's not a human being, that's a fucking robot. I-am-from-a-factory. I-come-with-one-setting. Happi-ness. Think about it, if you're only ever happy then there's actually probably something mixed up in your head. Or you have been incredibly sheltered and that's not fun either is it?
To get the most out of life, you almost have to feel and that in and of itself, sucks. Because, honestly, who wants to feel sad? No one. But that's the point, you're human, it's ok to feel all those negative emotions because guess what, you also get the positive emotions too and they're just awesome in my opinion. Are we talking about acid here? Sounds like you're on something here.
I'm going to skip to another subject here to make up for my missing post.
Honor, I've wanted to talk about honor for a while now, but I've never really been able to figure out what I want to say. here goes. All or nothing time. No it's not, shut up. Fine, but if this busts, don't say I didn't warn you. Yeah yeah.
Honor is almost non-existent in the modern world today. At least, the form I'm thinking of. Remember the Samurai. Heh, katana is a funny word. That aside, the Samurai believed in Bushido. Honor above all else. You failed? Kill yourself or be stained with dishonor which can only be erased by doing something of greater value than what you failed at.
Why can't we have that in the world today. Because Enron would have committed mass suicide and we would be out the butt of a lot of jokes. If we had Bushido in place, no one would be able to gain the mass amounts of power that they have without also gaining a massive amount of respect and honor. Fuck, Bush might have never fucked up if we had Bushido mainly because no one fucking respected him after a certain point and he would have either been shamed or committed hara-kiri. Is that what it's called? I call it Hara-Goodbye.
On a similar note, if Bushido were to affect the world today, then fuck Jersey Shore, it would not only have never aired, but it would have not even been considered because they wouldn't all be backstabbing and lying on TV, that would cause dishonor and failure. I mean, if it aired, there would be one episode and than everyone would be dead. That sounds pretty entertaining, you sure it wouldn't have aired?
I leave you all with one thought, how have you failed in your life and have you made it up yet? If not, well, I let you figure that out. For further reading...look it up, I'm not going to feed you hand to mouth.
Honorably yours
-The Mad Hatter.
I have to believe it is, because let's be honest, if it's not than what's the point of living. To be alive idiot. DUH. but there's got to be more to it, right? I think I have found the answer though. The answer to it all is not 42, it is not to reproduce, it is to experience something that no other planet in our solar system has. It's to experience the very thing we question. We live, to live. Bear with me here.
Most people SCIENTIST believe we are here merely to reproduce. However, they ignore that to reproduce, the actions we must take are pleasurable, in fact a lot of people mostly men, but a good number of women too attempt to do it as much as possible. Haha, nice pun there. "do it". I'm dieing here. Seriously though, why ignore the fact that when we act on the urge to reproduce it makes us want to do it even more? I believe we are here to not only experience those feelings but more.
Is there not an exquisite feeling to sadness. Sure, no one likes being sad, or mad, or frustrated. But could you really say that if you didn't feel them at all. How can you be alive if you only feel one feeling. That's not a human being, that's a fucking robot. I-am-from-a-factory. I-come-with-one-setting. Happi-ness. Think about it, if you're only ever happy then there's actually probably something mixed up in your head. Or you have been incredibly sheltered and that's not fun either is it?
To get the most out of life, you almost have to feel and that in and of itself, sucks. Because, honestly, who wants to feel sad? No one. But that's the point, you're human, it's ok to feel all those negative emotions because guess what, you also get the positive emotions too and they're just awesome in my opinion. Are we talking about acid here? Sounds like you're on something here.
I'm going to skip to another subject here to make up for my missing post.
Honor, I've wanted to talk about honor for a while now, but I've never really been able to figure out what I want to say. here goes. All or nothing time. No it's not, shut up. Fine, but if this busts, don't say I didn't warn you. Yeah yeah.
Honor is almost non-existent in the modern world today. At least, the form I'm thinking of. Remember the Samurai. Heh, katana is a funny word. That aside, the Samurai believed in Bushido. Honor above all else. You failed? Kill yourself or be stained with dishonor which can only be erased by doing something of greater value than what you failed at.
Why can't we have that in the world today. Because Enron would have committed mass suicide and we would be out the butt of a lot of jokes. If we had Bushido in place, no one would be able to gain the mass amounts of power that they have without also gaining a massive amount of respect and honor. Fuck, Bush might have never fucked up if we had Bushido mainly because no one fucking respected him after a certain point and he would have either been shamed or committed hara-kiri. Is that what it's called? I call it Hara-Goodbye.
On a similar note, if Bushido were to affect the world today, then fuck Jersey Shore, it would not only have never aired, but it would have not even been considered because they wouldn't all be backstabbing and lying on TV, that would cause dishonor and failure. I mean, if it aired, there would be one episode and than everyone would be dead. That sounds pretty entertaining, you sure it wouldn't have aired?
I leave you all with one thought, how have you failed in your life and have you made it up yet? If not, well, I let you figure that out. For further reading...look it up, I'm not going to feed you hand to mouth.
Honorably yours
-The Mad Hatter.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Locked Doors
The door is locked
The way out is no more
The trolls are coming
The way out of this is through that locked door
Ready your defenses
Summon some courage
Through the Door we'll go
You cowardly Lion.
Click your heels three times
Still here, uh-oh
Here comes the witch
Where'd my water pail go
The mountains call the dwarves
The sea calls the Elves
Gold calls for goblins,
and for the humans, Hell.
No way out, no way in
You're locked with me forever
It won't be too bad I think
But never say never
Look at the Stars
The north is your guide
I wouldn't trust it though
The last guy died
Just trust in the road
be it cement or dirt
a little rambling and wandering
Never a soul did hurt
At last a destination looms
As the time arrives,
I turn to my old world and
whisper to old friends, "good-bye"
The way out is no more
The trolls are coming
The way out of this is through that locked door
Ready your defenses
Summon some courage
Through the Door we'll go
You cowardly Lion.
Click your heels three times
Still here, uh-oh
Here comes the witch
Where'd my water pail go
The mountains call the dwarves
The sea calls the Elves
Gold calls for goblins,
and for the humans, Hell.
No way out, no way in
You're locked with me forever
It won't be too bad I think
But never say never
Look at the Stars
The north is your guide
I wouldn't trust it though
The last guy died
Just trust in the road
be it cement or dirt
a little rambling and wandering
Never a soul did hurt
At last a destination looms
As the time arrives,
I turn to my old world and
whisper to old friends, "good-bye"
The Dead of Night
I'm sitting here in the dark writing this at 3:04 am, Friday March 25th. So precise, but you'll hurt your eyes typing in the dark. You know what else will hurt me? Fucking everything if I let it. The door to the world is held shut by a 2 inch thick steel chain and only you have the key to unlocking it. Each person's key opens their own lock. If I step through the door and you're not there, you better hope you didn't lose your key because I'm not coming back for you. Sadistic Bastard.
I want to experience the world, but real life keeps me in this little shell called reality. If I try to break free and walk the planet, that makes me a drifter, but if I do it with money and style it makes me a jet-setter. Who wrote the fucking rules of travel? Now that every place on Earth has really been mapped out electronically, geometrically, and on a fucking atlas, there's no places left to discover and claim, but our own minds.
The brain uses more than the 10 percent people say it does, true facts, look it up. Therefore there are bits of it we haven't even realized we're utilizing. Those, to me, are the last uncharted places of mankind, and womankind, but they also have other things I still haven't figured out..I believe if people put more thought into themselves and how they interacted with the world, we'd know a hell of a lot more than we do now.
As my friend and I were discussing yesterday, if everyone in the world shut up for the rest of the whole of existence, would we get the power to read minds? Luke, use the force. Let go, Luke. As in, no more speech ever, and with no more speech, there'd be no need for language or writing or books or TV or anything really. Fuck that, I'm not going to sit on my ass. The only reason i bring it up is that I wonder what would happen if everyone could read minds, do you think lying would go out of style and people would become like that one Ricky Gervais movie, "The Invention of Lying"?
Lying is possibly the worst thing to ever happen ever, to anyone, on any plane of existence and fuck the man who first thought of it. Fuck him and the horse he rode in on. Lying destroys families, friendships, relationships, Navy ships, and other things. It's horrible, don't ever do it, ever. He's lying now, don't listen to him, it's all a ploy to get you to believe in him. Seriously though, don't do it, at least not to me.
My last point of the night goes back to my first point, the world is on the other side of your locked door; What the fuck are you doing reading this? Get out there and go do something, go dream, build shit, play sports, enjoy life while you can. You don't know when a new door and a new lock are going to come crashing out of nowhere and bring a new threshold to your life. Like Nike, just DO IT.
Fucking 3am rambling is the worst.
-The Mad Hatter.
I want to experience the world, but real life keeps me in this little shell called reality. If I try to break free and walk the planet, that makes me a drifter, but if I do it with money and style it makes me a jet-setter. Who wrote the fucking rules of travel? Now that every place on Earth has really been mapped out electronically, geometrically, and on a fucking atlas, there's no places left to discover and claim, but our own minds.
The brain uses more than the 10 percent people say it does, true facts, look it up. Therefore there are bits of it we haven't even realized we're utilizing. Those, to me, are the last uncharted places of mankind, and womankind, but they also have other things I still haven't figured out..I believe if people put more thought into themselves and how they interacted with the world, we'd know a hell of a lot more than we do now.
As my friend and I were discussing yesterday, if everyone in the world shut up for the rest of the whole of existence, would we get the power to read minds? Luke, use the force. Let go, Luke. As in, no more speech ever, and with no more speech, there'd be no need for language or writing or books or TV or anything really. Fuck that, I'm not going to sit on my ass. The only reason i bring it up is that I wonder what would happen if everyone could read minds, do you think lying would go out of style and people would become like that one Ricky Gervais movie, "The Invention of Lying"?
Lying is possibly the worst thing to ever happen ever, to anyone, on any plane of existence and fuck the man who first thought of it. Fuck him and the horse he rode in on. Lying destroys families, friendships, relationships, Navy ships, and other things. It's horrible, don't ever do it, ever. He's lying now, don't listen to him, it's all a ploy to get you to believe in him. Seriously though, don't do it, at least not to me.
My last point of the night goes back to my first point, the world is on the other side of your locked door; What the fuck are you doing reading this? Get out there and go do something, go dream, build shit, play sports, enjoy life while you can. You don't know when a new door and a new lock are going to come crashing out of nowhere and bring a new threshold to your life. Like Nike, just DO IT.
Fucking 3am rambling is the worst.
-The Mad Hatter.
Friday, March 18, 2011
The Soul of Mankind is a Murderer (Interlude from my thoughts 5)
Face the line,
Ready, Aim, Fire,
Burning Blaze
White Smoke, Lead Hell.
Ramrod straight,
Brothers one and all,
Freedom versus Slavery,
Death to the Victor.
Man the trench,
Over the edge,
Gas or topping,
Millions dead.
Persecution by science,
Barbed wire and fire,
Ashes and cinders,
One world, One Death.
Stab wounds, a slit,
Bulletproof, not it,
Life for life,
black suited death.
Senseless violence,
merciless end,
all shall fall,
none shall survive,
Traceless
Unsolved
Cold Case
No Evidence
Fuck the world,
I'm a killer,
And in the end,
we're all dead.
Ready, Aim, Fire,
Burning Blaze
White Smoke, Lead Hell.
Ramrod straight,
Brothers one and all,
Freedom versus Slavery,
Death to the Victor.
Man the trench,
Over the edge,
Gas or topping,
Millions dead.
Persecution by science,
Barbed wire and fire,
Ashes and cinders,
One world, One Death.
Stab wounds, a slit,
Bulletproof, not it,
Life for life,
black suited death.
Senseless violence,
merciless end,
all shall fall,
none shall survive,
Traceless
Unsolved
Cold Case
No Evidence
Fuck the world,
I'm a killer,
And in the end,
we're all dead.
A Tribute to the Sunny Days of Summer
So, here I am, already writing again. my brain is full of ideas lately it seems and none of them concern anything that I want to accomplish. They're all focused on this shitty ass blog and half-formed opinions that won't mean a thing in years to come. Once it's on the internet it will never go away, everyone knows that.
Why are you reading this? Why are you inside? The days in the United States are getting more beautiful even as the days in other parts of the world are getting downright shitty. I refuse to talk about Japan beyond this and the next sentence. I am deeply saddened by what is happened and my heart goes out to them, but I will not write an apology because I didn't do shit to hurt them. According to Glenn fucking Beck, God did it just like he made the fucking moon. Clearly someone needs to lay off the tiger blood and that someone isn't me.
So here I sit, in a fucking classroom, waiting for class to start and staring out the window at the sun drenched green grass and I realize I want a tea party or maybe a picnic. What are you gay? And I see people just lounging on the grass and I had an epiphany. Roofless classrooms. This is a bit of a misnomer due to the fact that the roofs aren't actually gone in my idea, they are just clear but tinted. Not only would it lower electricity for lights, but the tinting would allow use of laptops and paper/pen alike as it blunts the sun enough to see. It also allows you to get a "natural tan"...fuck Jersey Shore!
Lately it seems like everything is okay in my own personal world and it's moving at a smooth pace, I wish it would speed up, I'm so bored with his life. I am looking for something to do and at the moment, I really want to form a band, I have one man already willing, not including himself, for once he's not alone! Whatever, I hope something happens soon.
Wow, looking back on what I just wrote, I didn't write anything of any real worth to people who aren't me. Well, that's what I get for spur of the moment blogging isn't it. Next week should have a focus for all you who read it for the arguments I put forth and my thoughts on recent shit. If you read this, then you're either A) an idiot or 2) a curious friend.
GO OUTSIDE!!!
-The Mad Hatter.
Why are you reading this? Why are you inside? The days in the United States are getting more beautiful even as the days in other parts of the world are getting downright shitty. I refuse to talk about Japan beyond this and the next sentence. I am deeply saddened by what is happened and my heart goes out to them, but I will not write an apology because I didn't do shit to hurt them. According to Glenn fucking Beck, God did it just like he made the fucking moon. Clearly someone needs to lay off the tiger blood and that someone isn't me.
So here I sit, in a fucking classroom, waiting for class to start and staring out the window at the sun drenched green grass and I realize I want a tea party or maybe a picnic. What are you gay? And I see people just lounging on the grass and I had an epiphany. Roofless classrooms. This is a bit of a misnomer due to the fact that the roofs aren't actually gone in my idea, they are just clear but tinted. Not only would it lower electricity for lights, but the tinting would allow use of laptops and paper/pen alike as it blunts the sun enough to see. It also allows you to get a "natural tan"...fuck Jersey Shore!
Lately it seems like everything is okay in my own personal world and it's moving at a smooth pace, I wish it would speed up, I'm so bored with his life. I am looking for something to do and at the moment, I really want to form a band, I have one man already willing, not including himself, for once he's not alone! Whatever, I hope something happens soon.
Wow, looking back on what I just wrote, I didn't write anything of any real worth to people who aren't me. Well, that's what I get for spur of the moment blogging isn't it. Next week should have a focus for all you who read it for the arguments I put forth and my thoughts on recent shit. If you read this, then you're either A) an idiot or 2) a curious friend.
GO OUTSIDE!!!
-The Mad Hatter.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
The Soul of the World is a Child (Interlude from my thoughts 4)
Dark at first
Light shines down
Revealing the worlds
Blown to hell.
Memories past,
not long enough
Future distant
rocky bluffs.
Shout to the world
anger, fear, hate
but it's not enough
it's way too late.
young but dead,
new but broke
odd but dumb
A child we choke.
Torn apart, war
disease, famine, disaster
Everything happens for
a fucked up reason.
The soul of this world
is a child imprisoned
it was born of dust
and it will die in cold.
We who live in it
are naught but sparks,
of light and energy,
in a sea of dark.
Innocence lost,
Virginity taken,
The world is crying,
A child forsaken.
Light shines down
Revealing the worlds
Blown to hell.
Memories past,
not long enough
Future distant
rocky bluffs.
Shout to the world
anger, fear, hate
but it's not enough
it's way too late.
young but dead,
new but broke
odd but dumb
A child we choke.
Torn apart, war
disease, famine, disaster
Everything happens for
a fucked up reason.
The soul of this world
is a child imprisoned
it was born of dust
and it will die in cold.
We who live in it
are naught but sparks,
of light and energy,
in a sea of dark.
Innocence lost,
Virginity taken,
The world is crying,
A child forsaken.
The World as We Know It?
The world is round, the world is blue and green, the world is our home. Is it? The world as we know it, the world we've been told exists is slowly disappearing into the world we've experienced. We're told Christopher Columbus was the first person to discover the Americas. Now raise your hand if you still believe that pile of bullshit that was shoved down our throats. As we grow, the story is retold and re-evaluated until we are finally told, oh no, actually it was some other people. The fucking Norse made it there more than three hundred years before Columbus even said, "Oh hey, I'm gonna go sail this-a-way to India."
I mean really, how does the human brain even conceptualize something so huge? The answer: IT CAN'T! Seriously though, stop and think about this. The Earth's radius is on average 3,959 miles, that's just from the center to the surface, and that's not even taking into account that the Earth isn't even a fucking sphere like we're taught. It actually bulges out in the middle. So double that number and that's the width of the Earth on AVERAGE. Now think about everything that is on and in this planet. Just think, and when you're ready meet me at the next paragraph
All done? Okay, now think about all those times you've said, "you're the most important person to me in the world." Or at least something similar. Now ask yourself, are you sure? Really, out of the entire fucking 196,935,000 square miles of surface area, they're the most important thing to you? If the answer is yes, then congratulations, you no longer have to ever worry again. You've just eliminated over 196 million square miles of Earth for the space where that loved one is. Yes, no single person can possibly cover a single square mile, except maybe a few fat people, Sally Struthers, Rosie O'Donnell, I'm looking at you two fat fucks. Seriously though, all joking aside. Who said I was joking? That person has basically become the center of your 196 million squared miles of Earth.
You're universe has just moved from being Heliocentric to being "person-centric". Not many people can actually claim to know everything on this Earth, in fact I doubt there is a person who can, however you can now claim to know the most important thing on Earth. To you maybe, to me, I like money, guns, bombs, chaos in general (insert generic evil laugh here). The point I am trying to make here folks is that the world as you know it, or at least the World as you need to know it has shrunk considerably. It has shrunk to probably a few feet squared, unless your focus is something a bit bigger than a person. MAN THE HARPOONS!!
This means that now whenever the Earth is "in trouble" all you have to do is turn to this person and make sure they're okay. If everyone had someone they could attach this claim to, well I don't think the world would ever be in as much trouble as people say it always is, especially if the world you know only needs ice cream and a back rub to be okay. Back rubs make every thing okay, they are the tools of God...if he exists.
I am actually going to dedicate this to my own personal "World".
She knows who she is, and she always knows where her "World" is.
Now go out and find your own world so that everyone can live a little safer.
-The Mad Hatter.
I mean really, how does the human brain even conceptualize something so huge? The answer: IT CAN'T! Seriously though, stop and think about this. The Earth's radius is on average 3,959 miles, that's just from the center to the surface, and that's not even taking into account that the Earth isn't even a fucking sphere like we're taught. It actually bulges out in the middle. So double that number and that's the width of the Earth on AVERAGE. Now think about everything that is on and in this planet. Just think, and when you're ready meet me at the next paragraph
All done? Okay, now think about all those times you've said, "you're the most important person to me in the world." Or at least something similar. Now ask yourself, are you sure? Really, out of the entire fucking 196,935,000 square miles of surface area, they're the most important thing to you? If the answer is yes, then congratulations, you no longer have to ever worry again. You've just eliminated over 196 million square miles of Earth for the space where that loved one is. Yes, no single person can possibly cover a single square mile, except maybe a few fat people, Sally Struthers, Rosie O'Donnell, I'm looking at you two fat fucks. Seriously though, all joking aside. Who said I was joking? That person has basically become the center of your 196 million squared miles of Earth.
You're universe has just moved from being Heliocentric to being "person-centric". Not many people can actually claim to know everything on this Earth, in fact I doubt there is a person who can, however you can now claim to know the most important thing on Earth. To you maybe, to me, I like money, guns, bombs, chaos in general (insert generic evil laugh here). The point I am trying to make here folks is that the world as you know it, or at least the World as you need to know it has shrunk considerably. It has shrunk to probably a few feet squared, unless your focus is something a bit bigger than a person. MAN THE HARPOONS!!
This means that now whenever the Earth is "in trouble" all you have to do is turn to this person and make sure they're okay. If everyone had someone they could attach this claim to, well I don't think the world would ever be in as much trouble as people say it always is, especially if the world you know only needs ice cream and a back rub to be okay. Back rubs make every thing okay, they are the tools of God...if he exists.
I am actually going to dedicate this to my own personal "World".
She knows who she is, and she always knows where her "World" is.
Now go out and find your own world so that everyone can live a little safer.
-The Mad Hatter.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Resurrection (Interlude from my thoughts 3)
Dysfunctional thought
jolted memories
life is brought
back from the grave
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
resurrection
to the mortal coil
In the end of time
I will be there
brought to this kind
by the wind and air
In flame I die
in ashes reborn
the cover of the
abyss is torn
The time line is ripped
my life a replay
over and over I am
killed and born again
Break free of the
chains, nothing will
hold me down as I take
to the sky once more
Resurrection
Destruction
Oblivion
over and again
Here I am, all
that I am, shown
uncloaked, loved
and damned
jolted memories
life is brought
back from the grave
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
resurrection
to the mortal coil
In the end of time
I will be there
brought to this kind
by the wind and air
In flame I die
in ashes reborn
the cover of the
abyss is torn
The time line is ripped
my life a replay
over and over I am
killed and born again
Break free of the
chains, nothing will
hold me down as I take
to the sky once more
Resurrection
Destruction
Oblivion
over and again
Here I am, all
that I am, shown
uncloaked, loved
and damned
I'm not crazy
I'm sitting here, listening to, of all things "Hailie's Song" by the famous rapper Eminem. He's basically saying the only thing that keeps him sane is his child. I wonder, what if he didn't have that leash on his psyche? What if none of us had something tethering us to this realm? Hahahahaha, Tea and biscuits everyday make me a happy man...I think.
I like to imagine going completely fucking insane, just not caring, leaving the world behind. I wonder what it would be like to just not give a fuck about anything. Then I realize that it must be a lonely existence living in a world entirely of your own making, but all by yourself. No one else can join you there, no one can see it, or live in it, no one can BE you. But I can certainly try can't I? I can take you identity and just run with it if I didn't care. We can only empathize and sympathize and try to realize what went wrong in that person.
Or maybe, all the people who are known, the people who become famous. Christopher Nolan, I'm fucking looking at you and the fuck who made up Transformers. We should sit down and chat some time. Maybe they all went a little insane. I mean, sometimes you really have to let go of reality to make a truly amazing film or book. Superheroes? Flying Cars? Sure, people are making prototypes and genetic attempts but the people who are making the attempts are usually ostracized or made fun of for doing something so radical.
Maybe the insanity is the key to this world. Maybe we're all trapped in a little box made of thoughts and mental restrictions. If we could all just break free, well, I feel we could rule not just this world, but ourselves as well. I control myself, no one tells me what to do! Fuck that, the media tells you what you need, want, have and got rid of. Yes, they control what you got rid of. If you have ever been "nostalgia'ed" on the internet has been given the big old "Fucking told you not to trash it, loser" by someone else. Especially when the person who does it, still has whatever the thing is.
I'm talking about going insane, with some desire I admit. But that means thinking out side the box, redefining it if necessary to fit into a "sane person's" thinking process. I'm talking about creating something no sane person has thought of and then containing it inside a box so they can actually comprehend it. Chaining it inside a prison is more like it. That to me is the definition of insane. Prison and comprehension.
Sincerely from outside the box,
-The Mad Hatter.
I like to imagine going completely fucking insane, just not caring, leaving the world behind. I wonder what it would be like to just not give a fuck about anything. Then I realize that it must be a lonely existence living in a world entirely of your own making, but all by yourself. No one else can join you there, no one can see it, or live in it, no one can BE you. But I can certainly try can't I? I can take you identity and just run with it if I didn't care. We can only empathize and sympathize and try to realize what went wrong in that person.
Or maybe, all the people who are known, the people who become famous. Christopher Nolan, I'm fucking looking at you and the fuck who made up Transformers. We should sit down and chat some time. Maybe they all went a little insane. I mean, sometimes you really have to let go of reality to make a truly amazing film or book. Superheroes? Flying Cars? Sure, people are making prototypes and genetic attempts but the people who are making the attempts are usually ostracized or made fun of for doing something so radical.
Maybe the insanity is the key to this world. Maybe we're all trapped in a little box made of thoughts and mental restrictions. If we could all just break free, well, I feel we could rule not just this world, but ourselves as well. I control myself, no one tells me what to do! Fuck that, the media tells you what you need, want, have and got rid of. Yes, they control what you got rid of. If you have ever been "nostalgia'ed" on the internet has been given the big old "Fucking told you not to trash it, loser" by someone else. Especially when the person who does it, still has whatever the thing is.
I'm talking about going insane, with some desire I admit. But that means thinking out side the box, redefining it if necessary to fit into a "sane person's" thinking process. I'm talking about creating something no sane person has thought of and then containing it inside a box so they can actually comprehend it. Chaining it inside a prison is more like it. That to me is the definition of insane. Prison and comprehension.
Sincerely from outside the box,
-The Mad Hatter.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Rapture (Interlude from my thoughts 2)
Eternal black
no front or back
no light no fire
to salve the burning desire
If this is Oblivion
If this is salvation
Then this is damnation
and I want out
The waterfalls hide the rings
Dante's skull stares at me
I cannot find the way back
and this is the one thing I lack
No hope, no love, no end
no you, no me, no us
no God, no heaven, no hell
only one life
live it well
Eternal black
time I lack
flip the glass
run the sand again
The mouth to hell
is solid ice, the
gates to heaven are
rusted still
Stuck in the apathetic
every life is worth it
from the ashes, I'm arisen
like a phoenix
I'm fire-driven
Lift the veil,
recede the black,
I'm not leaving
without my life back.
End to end,
time flows and bends,
outside the dimension
of Oblivion.
no front or back
no light no fire
to salve the burning desire
If this is Oblivion
If this is salvation
Then this is damnation
and I want out
The waterfalls hide the rings
Dante's skull stares at me
I cannot find the way back
and this is the one thing I lack
No hope, no love, no end
no you, no me, no us
no God, no heaven, no hell
only one life
live it well
Eternal black
time I lack
flip the glass
run the sand again
The mouth to hell
is solid ice, the
gates to heaven are
rusted still
Stuck in the apathetic
every life is worth it
from the ashes, I'm arisen
like a phoenix
I'm fire-driven
Lift the veil,
recede the black,
I'm not leaving
without my life back.
End to end,
time flows and bends,
outside the dimension
of Oblivion.
Charlie Charlie Charlie Sheen
So in the news lately, people have been questioning one thing. What the fuck is up with Charlie Sheen. He says he's clean, he was declared clean via blood and urine tests, but they only go back a few days. Well, if I was a journalist I'd have one question. Why the fuck should I care what he's up to? Sure, he's a celebrity, sure he makes money looking pretty and making people laugh, but get this people, he's a man. His life is only more interesting because the populace gives him the power to do so. Look at me, I'm drunk! Are you famous? No... Then sit the fuck down.
That being said, I do see a certain appeal to being in his position. The power alone could be worth it, but that's not what I'm looking at. The man's an actor, a bona fide paid actor. And he was damn good at it too. How does one really obtain that though? Do they have to have the "it" that every director says is in HIS actors. That same "it" that can also be "brought" and "beaten"? This "it" is almost like a homeless beauty pageant winner, it is brought out to trot then put away, over and over. Dance Horsey, dance. Jump the bar, round the barrel, show it off, work it work it. Fuck that
In my personal world, I believe I have achieved true boredom according to modern standards. Nothing on the TV, nothing to play, my internet can't support online gaming via my console, my PC is woefully empty of real games to play and here I sit doing something not many people feel the urge to do on a Friday night. WHOO party brother, chug chug chug, KEG STAND!!! and don't forget TITS!!!. I feel a little lonely but not really, I've always been a fairly solitary person.
So, final thought here, I met a girl named Alice today. She's the classic blonde haired blue eyed beauty. Little blue coat and all nice white pantsuit. Reminds me of someone I think I might have known, but it's all fuzzy. She asked me if I wanted any tea, how did she know I like tea. Nothing like a good cuppa to clear your mind. Oh well, maybe we'll meet again. Sorry about the rambling there, final thoughts. I hate the media sometimes. If I ever attain the status I want, I hope I don't become High on myself, I don't have any tiger's blood in me either, so that might be my failing point. We'll see.
Have a nice day, don't forget your cyanide pills
Sincerely
-The Mad Hatter
That being said, I do see a certain appeal to being in his position. The power alone could be worth it, but that's not what I'm looking at. The man's an actor, a bona fide paid actor. And he was damn good at it too. How does one really obtain that though? Do they have to have the "it" that every director says is in HIS actors. That same "it" that can also be "brought" and "beaten"? This "it" is almost like a homeless beauty pageant winner, it is brought out to trot then put away, over and over. Dance Horsey, dance. Jump the bar, round the barrel, show it off, work it work it. Fuck that
In my personal world, I believe I have achieved true boredom according to modern standards. Nothing on the TV, nothing to play, my internet can't support online gaming via my console, my PC is woefully empty of real games to play and here I sit doing something not many people feel the urge to do on a Friday night. WHOO party brother, chug chug chug, KEG STAND!!! and don't forget TITS!!!. I feel a little lonely but not really, I've always been a fairly solitary person.
So, final thought here, I met a girl named Alice today. She's the classic blonde haired blue eyed beauty. Little blue coat and all nice white pantsuit. Reminds me of someone I think I might have known, but it's all fuzzy. She asked me if I wanted any tea, how did she know I like tea. Nothing like a good cuppa to clear your mind. Oh well, maybe we'll meet again. Sorry about the rambling there, final thoughts. I hate the media sometimes. If I ever attain the status I want, I hope I don't become High on myself, I don't have any tiger's blood in me either, so that might be my failing point. We'll see.
Have a nice day, don't forget your cyanide pills
Sincerely
-The Mad Hatter
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Oblivion (Interlude from my thoughts 1)
Existence never ending
Nightmares, mind-bending
We salt this Earth
So nothing grows
Look at them
In jet black rows.
Destroy the world
Vengeful God
One soul at a time
Angelic moment
one step in the climb.
Here we stand at the end of the world
the hourglass has shattered
the sands run out,
into the desert
so the cycle begins again.
As a human race
we are filth and lies
We the world's grace,
and it's bloodied cries.
Beware of saving grace
when we are not a race
alone, a single
as individuals.
The demon rears it's head
the skies turn blood red
the time of Rapture comes
when all are left for dead
Existence never changing
Nightmares never aging
salted earth
wounded birth
the crops grow diseased.
But look for the one
the single in a million
the shining star
who makes it all worth it.
Nightmares, mind-bending
We salt this Earth
So nothing grows
Look at them
In jet black rows.
Destroy the world
Vengeful God
One soul at a time
Angelic moment
one step in the climb.
Here we stand at the end of the world
the hourglass has shattered
the sands run out,
into the desert
so the cycle begins again.
As a human race
we are filth and lies
We the world's grace,
and it's bloodied cries.
Beware of saving grace
when we are not a race
alone, a single
as individuals.
The demon rears it's head
the skies turn blood red
the time of Rapture comes
when all are left for dead
Existence never changing
Nightmares never aging
salted earth
wounded birth
the crops grow diseased.
But look for the one
the single in a million
the shining star
who makes it all worth it.
Welcome to Wonderland...or what's left of it
So here we go, the traditional, "This is my first blog, I hope you like it, I hope I can keep going with it" bullshit.
This is my world, viewed through my eyes. If it becomes a bit odd, well that's how I think, tough shit, go look somewhere else for what you want if this isn't it. I'm not here to endear myself to you. I'm here to put my thoughts out there and hope that a few people will appreciate the beauty I see in this world.
I like to walk a good amount on campus. Sure I'll catch the bus to a lot of places but walking allows to do something I love, people watching. The staple of every good writer or comedian is people watching. Observing how normal people and and speak and do all that other crap, and then finding the beauty or humor in it. Oh, look a kid on a leash, how can I make fun of that?
I'm an aspiring writer, yes. I try to be funny, sure. But I people watch for the hell of it. That girl over there is kind weird, she walks really fast whenever she's near someone than slows before she hits the next person. I like to think about motivations and actions. I like to think I'd make a good crime/mystery novelist, but the truth is, My heart is set on fantasy/sci-fi. I love the robots. All hail the Robot Overlords.
People watching, the sport no one participates in on purpose. Whether knowingly or unknowingly, people are a part of my observations and I like to keep it that way. Acting with false intentions so as to not end up a part of my game is just asking for me to stare you in the face and make it extremely awkward for you. Trust me, my friends know how awkward I can make things.
Quick shout out to my friends, "HELLO FRIENDS!!" Thanks for actually showing up, if you did indeed show up. Some of you may be thinking "I knew he was crazy" and others are probably thinking "wha..." Yeah, I know. He's fucking insane, I can't believe he thinks this way. It's so disjointed and shit.
As of right now, I have really run out of things to say in my first blog and I think this is a somewhat ok place to end it. I have a few more thought but they're for next time I think.
Later Bitches.
Till next time world.
-The Mad Hatter
This is my world, viewed through my eyes. If it becomes a bit odd, well that's how I think, tough shit, go look somewhere else for what you want if this isn't it. I'm not here to endear myself to you. I'm here to put my thoughts out there and hope that a few people will appreciate the beauty I see in this world.
I like to walk a good amount on campus. Sure I'll catch the bus to a lot of places but walking allows to do something I love, people watching. The staple of every good writer or comedian is people watching. Observing how normal people and and speak and do all that other crap, and then finding the beauty or humor in it. Oh, look a kid on a leash, how can I make fun of that?
I'm an aspiring writer, yes. I try to be funny, sure. But I people watch for the hell of it. That girl over there is kind weird, she walks really fast whenever she's near someone than slows before she hits the next person. I like to think about motivations and actions. I like to think I'd make a good crime/mystery novelist, but the truth is, My heart is set on fantasy/sci-fi. I love the robots. All hail the Robot Overlords.
People watching, the sport no one participates in on purpose. Whether knowingly or unknowingly, people are a part of my observations and I like to keep it that way. Acting with false intentions so as to not end up a part of my game is just asking for me to stare you in the face and make it extremely awkward for you. Trust me, my friends know how awkward I can make things.
Quick shout out to my friends, "HELLO FRIENDS!!" Thanks for actually showing up, if you did indeed show up. Some of you may be thinking "I knew he was crazy" and others are probably thinking "wha..." Yeah, I know. He's fucking insane, I can't believe he thinks this way. It's so disjointed and shit.
As of right now, I have really run out of things to say in my first blog and I think this is a somewhat ok place to end it. I have a few more thought but they're for next time I think.
Later Bitches.
Till next time world.
-The Mad Hatter
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