Understanding

•October 20, 2007 • Leave a Comment

In all things we see ourselves as being something entirely different from what we really are. Perhaps as a whole society we are deluded into a false belief of ’self.’ I spoke briefly with my father tonight and was attempting to strike up a conversation with him, though found it hard to do so. My whole life I cannot truly recall a time when I actually was able to speak with him frankly. Always as I have stated before our conversations have been when I have failed in something.

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Who am I?

•October 19, 2007 • Leave a Comment
There are always a few things that I have wondered about in my life time, who am I? Why do I do the things that I do? And to what purpose am I driven?

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Societies Failure Pt: 2

•October 17, 2007 • Leave a Comment

 Today I ran full force into bureaucratic red tape. It was the lesson that we all have learned in physics, that when two immovable objects collide what is the result? A massive static discharge. Well today I went to attempt to receive some sort of aid from the state in so far as my medical condition is concerned, because I don’t have any kind of Medicade or medical insurance, so I need some assistance when I start getting prescribed medications.

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Societies Failure

•October 17, 2007 • Leave a Comment

 Why shouldn’t society be held accountable for my actions? As it is the beast that dictates my decorum. From a young age we are told to be one thing and then another. And failing that we are admonished because we did not live up to the eyes of our fellow’s views. Something is abhorrently wrong with this ideal. From everything that is todays point of view we should be the young sub-urban knight with the 2.4 children, a family dog and the white picket fence on 1.8 acres of land. The very idea of that pisses me off. Who are you to tell me what I should be and how I should live my damn life.

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Memories.of.the.Flawed

•October 17, 2007 • Leave a Comment

 Growing up in my household was not as pleasing as some of the stories that I have heard from those I used to consider my friends or even that of strangers. Violence or a form of it was a constant friend to me in those days. Almost everyday I could expect to see my brother and sister attack each other either physically or verbally.

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