Lost in this ocean
Of doubt and deception
I need an escape from this perpetual motion
Longing for hard ground, to stop my regression.

You seemed so understanding,
but your wants are too demanding.
You tell me I'm strong
But I guess you were wrong.

I hope you find what you're searching for,
It seemed to be here, but it must've been lore.
Without you in my life, I am lost ever-more,
But I will carry on, be better than before.

You seemed so understanding,
but your wants are too demanding.
I still want to be with you,
but I find no reason to.

[this time won't you please, drive faster]

With a microphone in one hand, most of her clothes left on the floor in the dressing room, an adequate rubbing of baby oil into her ample chest she struts out on the stage and sings the song millionaries twice her age wrote about her needing sex and nothing more from you.
As if there wasn't anymore to life.
Accompained by numerous entities identified only by their size and amount of baby oil, he adjusts his 3 sizes too big pants to expose as much of his boxer shorts as possible without being told his pants have fallen off and begins explicit after explicit line, infiltrating the mind of his teenaged fans drooling over his accompaniments.
As if that's why there's life at all.

Is there really a group to blame? The writers for coming up with the flith is a good start, but then again the artists choose to create their careers based on them so they should be blamed. Though really the public is who buys it and creates the market for it. Seems that guys want to see women objectify themselves and hear what they'd hear in a wet dream so maybe it's their fault. Then again the women actually go and objectify themselves and at least in their lyrics say they like it.
No wonder drug consumption and violence is so high with young people with smash hits like "Tipsy" and just 50 Cent's reputation in general. These are the roll models, them and too many carbon copies to keep track of.
It's a surprise that they even bother to teach English in schools anymore. Listen to one rap album or R'n"B album and the language is butchered. "Errbody in da club gettin tipsy." Is one of my favourite examples. Who can go past "Even when I'm wit my boo all I think about is you." Making completely legitament words have an entirely made up meaning just to rhyme is brilliant - almost Shakespearean in its talent.
Then there's slang such as "that's dope." Of course not meaning anything close to that word with a "y" stuck on it, but indeed it means "that's cool/awesome." So when one is offered dope, what do you expect them to do?
But I suppose the real problem - the parents are these authoritive figures that are just out to opress oneself. As I guess all authorative figures are.
Being inspired and ambitious is scary and uncommon and thus wrong. It's a great world we've created for ourselves.
We're either "emo's" and incapable of standing up for ourselves and ever being happy with anything, or even satisfied. Or we're dope rappers who are only out to score with..well you know what.

Insesant rambles of an ever speaking mind.


You're out to be a victim,
Everything that happens to you,
Is negative in its own way.

Turning down help and advice,
To do what you like,
And take all the credit at the end.

I gave you the truth
I gave you the proof,
I gave you everything.

But it just wasn't enough,
You wanted more from me,
The things I could not do.

Putting on to me your dreams,
Like I chose to deny you,
All that time i justified you.

I feel used
I feel abused
I feel everything.

There's too much left for me,
With you it's stalling,
You're too head strong.

I can't trust you
Can't live in ignorance,
I'm falling away.

I turn away from your bright star,
It took me so long,
But here we are.

I'm falling away from you.

Say what you mean,
It can't stay this way.
It's quickly killing me.
I fall to keep stable,
Where is my happy day?

Half truths,
and selfishness,
I don't need proof.
You have everything.
I'm lost in helplessness.

I can't get any higher,
I can't believe it's true.
You lit my fire
Left it to burn
Turn to ash and I'm who?

Remind me of my name,
Of what that is.
It's almost like a game,
But only you're playing.
These problems are his.

Yet you're using them.
Something's always wrong.
Let it go, don't pretend.
It should be over now.
You're not really strong.

Just be happy please.
You have it all.
A new life with ease.
Not everything perfect,
And there are no more walls.

Mean what you say,
Don't look back and regret.
Nothing stands in your way.
Believe that,
Or you're asking to regress.


That's a little tribute to life I guess, dunno exactly where it came from or why...but there it is.

The more I hear about my brother's art class the more I fail to see the point of it. I personally am anti-fanart when it's being posed as a final product of an artist and some how an orginal piece. Which is why it bothers me when it comes to music and I see artists making money and fame from singing other people's songs, but that's never going to change. I'm not just meaning the words, I mean the music too.
Anyway, this art class teaches how to create art? Nah it just teaches how to copy art. It is actually marked, to see how well they managed the copy a piece of art. Sounds a lot like forgery class to me.
Just drawing lines in a sequence they're told. Where's the creativity? Where's the freedom to express yourself?
This is kind of unrelated, but i wonder - I find it incredible, and I am victim of this myself - if anyone else finds themselves living virtually as much as, if not more than they do literally?
Recently I've been completely sucked into World Of Warcraft and find myself almost addicted to it. The manner in which you can craft your character to really represent you, in your fantasy anyway is just amazing.
I know this sounds like an advertisement, but the thing that shocks me is how I can spend 6 hours after I've been working for 8 hours and studying at uni for 5 hours, playing it. I'm not even the elite addict either. For those of you that aren't great with figures thats 19 hours of my day taken up, and about 2.5 hours are taken up by travel. Who knows how many hours are left for anything else? Isn't it sad?
Yet, I'm perfectly happy, that's what is scary.