You shall no longer take things at second or third hand.... nor look through the eyes of the dead. nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.

 

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cowboy67

:: 2005 11 March :: 3.28pm

in honor of today
my shadow's shedding skin
and i've been picking scabs again
i'm down
digging through my old muscles
looking for a clue
i've been crawling on my belly
clearing out what could've been
i've been wallowing in my own confused
and insecure delusions
for a piece to cross me over
or a word to guide me in
i wanna feel the changes coming down
i wanna know what i've been hiding
in my shadow
change is coming through my shadow
my shadow's shedding skin
i've been picking my scabs again
i've been crawling on my belly
clearing out what could've been
i've been wallowing in my own chaotic
and insecure delusions
i wanna feel the change consume me
feel the outside turning in
i wanna feel the metamorphosis
and cleansing i've endured
within my shadow
change is coming
now is my time
listen to my muscle memory
contemplate what i've been clinging to
forty-six and two ahead of me
i choose to live and to grow
take and give and to move
learn and love and to cry
kill and die and to be paranoid and to lie
hate and fear and to do what it takes to move through
i choose to live and to lie
kill and give and to die
learn and love
and to do what it takes to step through
see my shadow changing
stretching up and over me
soften this old armor
hoping i can clear the way
by stepping through my shadow
coming out the other side
step into the shadow
forty-six and two are just ahead of me


cowboy67

:: 2005 10 March :: 8.53pm

every day i think about all of the things in this world. the many many things. the materials. buildings, pencils, cars, clothing, paper clips, paper, bottles, phones, tvs, cds, furniture, electronics, jewelry, things. i walk around at school and there are all of these things everywhere. just things. i don't see humans much. the things walking around just remind me of robots. i walk so slowly and stare at everything as i pass it. it frightens me to look at these large concrete/metal/wood structures around me. i realize that all of these things are not out of the ordinary to any normal passerby; the human race has a hard time looking beyond anything other than that which slaps them across the face. these are "normal" realities of our lives, apparently.

there's so much stuff. so many people. i become anxious and overwhelmed just walking down 1 street in detroit that's not even a mile long. all of these things being created, used, wasted, destroyed, all at the exact same time. so i begin to multiply the cars, the exhaust, the sky, the clouds, the trees, the granules of concrete, the people, the candy wrappers, the 100 multiple choice question tests, the shoes, the glasses, the fake nails, the shampoo, the hamburgers, and the condoms by billions, and i try to get a picture in my mind of what this world looks like. the lakes drowning in oil spills, the rain forests drying up and their inhabitants starving and disappearing, the ozone layer breaking down to oxygen because of chlorine in the air, the trees being planted, the aluminum cans being re-used, the people falling in love, the bodies being blown up, the babies being born and aborted, candles being blown out and lights turning on, cell division and cell suicide. there's so much going on every second of every day. and this is one tiny planet in one tiny galaxy. tiny.

and then i go to class. chemistry 1000, in an auditorium of about 200-300 people. i sit alone every day, which is how i like it. i don't feel like i fit in with humans. never have, probably never will. other species make more sense to me - they do not make life harder than it is, and they do not rape. so i sit in silence and overhear the droning conversations surrounding me on all sides. they complain about school. they complain about weather. they complain about technology. they complain about the professor's hair or clothing, the homework, the tests. complain, complain, complain. i have never heard, "i feel amazing because i am alive." i have never heard, "i can walk. i can see. i am so fortunate."

we turn on faucets and clean water flows out. we turn on thermostats and heat radiates. we turn keys and engines start, and cars take us places. microwaves make our meals. farmers grow our food. we have public education that is free. we have access to books, films, and other sources of information at the drop of a dime. we can say what we want; believe what we want; worship dieties as we please. but we are not the world. this is not all there is. there is life beyond our grasp of attention or desire of knowledge. girls and women are being raped, beaten, murdered. men are being taught that this is okay. children are being brought up to hate. people are dying. dying. suffering. spitting up blood, coughing up bits of organs, losing limbs, choking on their own vomit and saliva. people are dying. not dying peacefully in their sleep. they are being tortured to death. terrorists killed 200 children in russia. people are dying every single day in iraq. there is an ethnic cleansing genocide in sudan. women in bangledesh are scarred with acid. 1 in 3 women in the united states is abused by a partner. how can you just keep going? how can you care about cars and clothing and mansions? parties and beer and weed? how? how are you able to carry on?

i just want to know if there is a how-to-ignore-everyone-and-everything class that i missed out on.

penny for your thoughts?


cowboy67

:: 2005 8 March :: 3.34pm

in response
dear bitchy american human beings,

stop complaining about other species and threatening to kill them just because your lazy, imperialist, ethnocentric ass doesn't know what it has or where it belongs.

thank you.

laurence anthony vanden boom


cowboy67

:: 2005 5 March :: 2.48pm

complaining "women only like me for my mind."


cowboy67

:: 2005 3 March :: 11.22pm


cowboy67

:: 2005 2 March :: 12.47am

"hating people is like burning down your house to kill a rat." - henry fosdick


cowboy67

:: 2005 28 February :: 11.19pm


cowboy67

:: 2005 24 February :: 7.35pm

do not attempt to tell a dying man how to live.


nerdalert

:: 2005 22 February :: 10.13pm

lets get some good shit bitches!
If you read this,

even if i don't speak to you often,

you should post a memory of me.

It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad,

just so long as it happened.

Then post this to your journal. See what people remember about you...

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cowboy67

:: 2005 19 February :: 12.11pm

THE SMITHS - WHAT SHE SAID
what she said:
"how come someone hasn't noticed
that i'm dead?
and decided to bury me -
God knows i'm ready."

what she said was sad
but then, all the rejection she's had
to pretend to be happy
could only be idiocy

what she said was not for the job or
lover that she never had

what she read
all heady books
she'd sit and prophesize
(it took a tattooed boy from
birkenhead to really, really open her eyes)

what she said:
"i smoke `cos i'm hoping for an early death
AND I NEED TO CLING TO SOMETHING!"

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nerdalert

:: 2005 18 February :: 12.00pm

i think if i hear one more person say how good or how sad or anything about that damn "the notebook" movie im going to cut my ears off/ stab my eyes out if its on LJ

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nerdalert

:: 2005 17 February :: 4.43pm

Roger Rabbit's Car Toon Spin
Roger Rabbit's Cartoon Spin: a wild ride through
the back alleys of toontown! The only ride
with a PG sense of humour in the G rated world
of Disneyland, you are zany, wild, and a little
bit of a loose screw. Energetic and colorful,
you go at full speed, even though your taxi-car
vehicles actually have four flat tires!
Despite your older humor, you are a kid at
heart and kids most relate to your cartoony
world and like you the best. You've been know
to make the adults a little queasy and a litte
bit dizzy. You leave your visitors dazed, a
little confused, but more often, extremely
amused. You take us to the places we'd never
see in a ride featuring the straight-laced
Mickey, but somehow you're still all Disney.


What Disneyland attraction are you?
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nerdalert

:: 2005 17 February :: 12.46pm

so i for sure have a job at spring hill this summer, they sent me an email saying so and a contract in the mail. Now im just waiting for Stony. I'm really not sure which i would rather do.

stony - i've been there before, i would actually have my own cabin, i know and like the every day stuff that goes on there, more money, not by much, but i'll take what i can get. kinda far if i want to see my family.

spring hill - it just seems cool, i've always wanted to go there, its like an hour and a half from my uncle and aunts house, so if i ever wanted to go somwhere on the weekend i could go there, or if i wanted to see my mom or something we could both go there. i wouldnt have my own cabin, i'd be an activites counselor from what it souned like, high ropes.

i dont know, i guess we'll just see when everything comes together, maybe i wont have to make a decision at all.

penny for your thoughts?


nerdalert

:: 2005 16 February :: 6.42pm

well sorry if you missed that one, it was a winner

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cowboy67

:: 2005 14 February :: 12.04am

spread this on your crackers, baby
Read more..

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