I know I'm human because I have fears. I'm not all hard metal and flashing lights. I don't make sparks when struck by a metal pole. I'm not precise. I hate numbers. I don't like being controlled by someone, I make my own decisions. I'm not okay with being alone all the time. Robots don't make squishy crunchy sounds when being run over by a car. Robots don't make mistakes.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Sleep
I go to a place where everything goes right. I go to a place where everything goes horribly wrong. Sleeping is a lot like gambling, it can be great but you HAVE NO IDEA what you're gonna get. It can be just as good as it can be bad. Sometimes sleep is the ultimate escape. Sometimes its a f****** prison. Because you can die without sleep. And sometimes its the last thing you want. Sleep, to me, can be the perfect medicine. But like any other medicine, it's dangerous. I really hate sleep...
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Electric Bloom by Foals
This is a warning shot, your final call
An empty morgue with gurning hearts and hollowed crowns
And all I see is marching bands
Marching bands which never rest in broken stands
Butcher birds with useless throats
We're not safe of dying kings with plastic knives
It's just another hospital
It's just another, it's just another
It's just another hospital
It's just another, it's just another
It's just another hospital
It's just another hospital
It's just another hospital
It's just another, it's just another
Captains made with metal tags
Flags brought down of hollowed crowns
It's everything without a time
It's just a, it's just a
It's just another hospital
It's just another, it's just another
It's just another hospital
It's just another, it's just another
Goodbye all, your marching bands
Laid to rest in broken stands
Butcher birds will fly away (will fly away)
This is not a warning call, your final shot
All I see is butcher birds will fly away, electric bloom
It's just another hospital
It's just another, it's just another
It's just another hospital
It's just another, it's just another
An empty morgue with gurning hearts and hollowed crowns
And all I see is marching bands
Marching bands which never rest in broken stands
Butcher birds with useless throats
We're not safe of dying kings with plastic knives
It's just another hospital
It's just another, it's just another
It's just another hospital
It's just another, it's just another
It's just another hospital
It's just another hospital
It's just another hospital
It's just another, it's just another
Captains made with metal tags
Flags brought down of hollowed crowns
It's everything without a time
It's just a, it's just a
It's just another hospital
It's just another, it's just another
It's just another hospital
It's just another, it's just another
Goodbye all, your marching bands
Laid to rest in broken stands
Butcher birds will fly away (will fly away)
This is not a warning call, your final shot
All I see is butcher birds will fly away, electric bloom
It's just another hospital
It's just another, it's just another
It's just another hospital
It's just another, it's just another
Courage
Courage almost seems like a lost dream in this day and age, at least for those who don't already have it. There are just way too many things that people worry about when it comes to standing up for what you believe in. Like that girl who sits across from you in math class, and whether or not she'll think you're a moron if you speak up against something. Or that stupid little thing called pride that people like to wear on their chests, and whether or not they'll get a smudge on it if they decide to be generous and nice for a change. There's a list that goes on and on... But I'm obviously not going to write out that entire list. There's just too many things holding people back from obtaining that inner glow of courage. Not to say that no one has any though. And not to say that those who don't have it are pathetic. Courage, it seems like, is just a lot harder to come by nowadays.
Lif
Yeah. There's a letter missing in the title of this post. But that's okay... Cuz life really isn't complete until you're dead. So stop sweating over how much you want to have everything perfect, because your life isn't "complete" until it's over.
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