first off let me start by apologizing. I realize that i have not yet spoken of a theory since i started i guess a got caught up in myself. maybe ill bring that back in another world so lets give a nice cheer for the return enlightenment.
when you were a little girl or boy didn't you play with barbie and ken? of course when you were young you would compare yourself to them. for girls you wished to be blond pretty and skinny. For boys you wanted to be well sculpted. Of course as you realized that if you did not meet these standards you were unacceptable in society. But here's the kicker. Ken didn't have a penis and Barbie didn't have a vagina or nipples! If i was a little girl i would feel like a freak of nature have this slit between my legs wondering if i was the only one. And even worst for the dudes. to have this lump of something where ken, Americas example of a perfect body, has a lump of nothing! So i urge you to destroy these foul toys before your daughters learn how to sew and your sons find the kitchen knife.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
keep me in for the ride
sometimes I'm so tired, I can't sleep,
so worried, that i smile,
so happy, i cry,
and so afraid that i take the jump.
I do all these things because i am weak. And it will always get to me. Even though i fail everyday it never crosses my mind to give up. I was always under the impression that i have all the time in the world. but each day that i give in to my weakness is another day that i lose something dear to me. But my idea is that i must let go of what I'm afraid to lose. All ideas are bulletproof i just hope this one is foolproof. What to do what to do. Not everything comes naturally i find the most insightful thing i have is my mind when i listen but tthe truth is i always ignore because it is telling me things I don't want to hear. but for you i will hear an listen, even though i wont speak the words to you ever probably, but you speak the words that destroy my mind, and the looks that burn my eyes, and the voice that keeps me alive.
so worried, that i smile,
so happy, i cry,
and so afraid that i take the jump.
I do all these things because i am weak. And it will always get to me. Even though i fail everyday it never crosses my mind to give up. I was always under the impression that i have all the time in the world. but each day that i give in to my weakness is another day that i lose something dear to me. But my idea is that i must let go of what I'm afraid to lose. All ideas are bulletproof i just hope this one is foolproof. What to do what to do. Not everything comes naturally i find the most insightful thing i have is my mind when i listen but tthe truth is i always ignore because it is telling me things I don't want to hear. but for you i will hear an listen, even though i wont speak the words to you ever probably, but you speak the words that destroy my mind, and the looks that burn my eyes, and the voice that keeps me alive.
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