Most Likely To...

seems you're using words that express ideas which you fail to grasp, and guessing at, but missing, concepts that your mind can't define. it's okay, everything will be fine. this trend isn't ending anytime soon. if there is one, i suppose that the boon is that it's easier to uphold the party line. you'll be okay, everything will be fine. lose yourself a little in pre-packaged phrases, let the meanings blur like so many new faces at a party you don't quite understand. swinging at and missing their underhands. it's okay. everything will be fine. just don't ever try to fucking assign any meaning, any value to the words whose definitions take flight like frightened birds. give in to this prison we live in, let ideas have their skulls kicked in by this mental pabulum looking for its next victim. behind the scenes they chuckle away, "we tricked 'em." freedom of speech and of thought go down together. at least you can still talk about the weather. they may vote for you, but i think you're most likely to carry the damn torch and for as long as you possibly can keep this fucking shit going. these seeds that you're sowing are making me so sick of it all. i hope that you fall.

an overinflated sense of self-importance

has lead me to change the title here. also it's a way cooler band name than a rebel to tame, methinks.

"Lady Eboshi: What exactly are you here for?
Prince Ashitaka: To see with eyes unclouded by hate."

*thanks imdb.com*

in addition: a bunch of stuff i've written lately.

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Beyond Understanding

Broken light bulbs flicker on and off; passersby turn their heads and cough. This can't be happening; am I in a haunted house? This stuff defies explanation. Could somebody find me a way out? I came in here looking for my cat, seems there's more in here worth looking at. Papers blow around, birds fly in slow motion. Inconsistencies abound. I'm not just going through the motions, but suddenly I'm being dragged away. For a while there I wanted to stay. I come by every now and then to drop a can down to the ground hoping maybe it'll float again, but there's no haunted house to be found.

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The Left Profile

trapped between the covers and the guilt, trying not to play this role to the hilt. always the bad guy, never the bride. sometimes it feels like i'm only along for the ride. life's passing me by like so many telephone wires running alongside train tracks in the countryside. it has its ups and downs but after a while i stop paying attention. indifference becomes too ordinary to mention.

exes and "oh"s.