Thursday, February 10, 2011

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

hot & yes, this is what girls do (no pillow fights)

breakfast with a heavy side of revolution, please...yes, that will be all.





Uprising


Paranoia is in bloom,
The PR transmissions will resume
They'll try to, push drugs that keep us all dumbed down
And hope that, we will never see the truth around
(so come on)

Another promise, another seed
Another, packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed
And all the, Green belts wrapped around our minds
And endless, red tape to keep the truth confined
(so come on)

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious
so come on

Interchanging mind control
Come let the, revolution takes its toll
If you could, flick the switch and open your third eye
You'd see that
We should never be afraid to die
(so come on)

Rise up and take the power back
It's time the fat cats had a heart attack
They know that their time's coming to an end
We have to unify and watch our flag ascend

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not enslave us
We will be victorious

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They can not control us
We will be victorious

!

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

growing a pair






why do we do things we don't like doing?

...
why do we wake up early,
wear clothes we don't feel comfortable in,
are pleasant to people we don't really care for,
sit at a desk, when we want to be outside,
pay retardedly high bills at restaurants for mediocre food,
then feel criticized for not tipping enough,
need so many things, stuff and more stuff,
blame ourselves for things that just fucking happens,
eat things we don't like because we "should",
don't smoke cigarettes or pot, when it's nobody's business but your own,
feel fat, ugly or too small,
pay taxes and don't know what the money is used for,
live in a democracy, but don't have a say,
live up to other people's expectations when they are not yours,
why don't we do what makes us feel good? fulfilled? alive?

fear, my friend, fear.
well, this year i am going to 'grow a pair' and fucking do what feels good.

cross my heart and hope to die.....cause why else bother?