Sunday, May 31, 2009

Another part of the song that the quote at the top of the page is from.

Don't ask me how I manage no one gets paid off to make change.

- Buck 65

Saturday, May 30, 2009

More from The Book of Disquiet

"What I write, bad as it is, may provide some hurt or sad soul a few moments of distraction from something worse. That's enough for me, or it isn't enough, but it serves some purpose, and so it is with all of life."

THAT is what art should be about.


"To heed the present moment isn't a great or lasting concern of mine. I crave time in all its duration, and I want to be myself unconditionally."

I agree entirely with both of these quotes but especially the second one. We spend our lives being affected by the moment only to be once more forced to do something else in another moment. And its a tedious process no matter how good your life is. You do one thing then do another. Whatever the cause or effect, its only purpose is to satiate those midgets running around in your nervous system telling you what to do. And in doing this that then that then this, we don't always remain ourselves. We protect and hide part of our personalities so as not to offend some people or so we don't embarrass ourselves. I'm not saying I don't do this, but it should be no a goal of all of ours to become someone who is always who we are. Who isn't ashamed of any part of their psyche.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

On confidence

Confidence is a matter of success.
Certainty is a delusion.

Just because you haven't been successful, doesn't mean you're unqualified. Its taken me a long ass fucking time to realize this, but its quite libertating to know you're not to blame for your incompetencies. Our lives are rabbits pulled out of hats or the wrong card pulled out of some sleeve we'll never see. So fuck every motherfucker that says you're not good enough to be loved, to be trusted, to be accepted, to be adored, to be given any fucking thing.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

From The Book of Disquiet

"I envy-but I'm not sure that I envy-those for whom a biography could be written, or who could write their own. In these random impressions, and with no desire to be other than random, I indifferently narrate my factless autobiography, my lifeless history. These are my Confessions, and if in them I say nothing, it's because I have nothing to say. What is there to confess that's worthwhile or useful? What has happened to us has happened to everyone or only to us; if to everyone, then its no novelty, and if only to us, then it won't be understood. If I write what I feel, it's to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant. I make landscapes out of what I feel. I make holidays of my sensations."


Gotta love some good prose.

Anis Mojgani on being a man

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Females need to get off that sexy shit

Either have some self respect, or have none. The whole point of dressing sexily and being sexy is to get someone thinking about fuckign you, yet if placed in circumstances that may potentially lead to that, you don't wanna be a ho.

Get the fuck out of here.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Stupid Girls.

If you need to hear good things from other people to feel good about yourself, you shouldn't feel good about yourself in the first place. A girl is not a princess unless, she is born from some type of royalty, just because your parent insisted on spoiling you as a child, and giving you this false sense of entitlement doesn't mean shit except that they are abusing the rest of the world, for the way you act now. "All women are scandalous fucking actors, and they are good at it"

Something That Caught My Eye.

"For some people
happiness
it’s just a reduction in suffering."

Buddy Wakefield

Monday, May 18, 2009

On the mediocrity of music

To the man making all the new shadow puppets,
i like your style more worthwhile then rubbish.
a big break for bad taste acting like faith is a face,
a dumpster man singing a dumpster song of redemption,
share the broken note, it's the only note.
people here got thick skin to hold the nothing in.