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(no subject) [Apr. 28th, 2008|11:32 am]
i do

From wedding bells to flower girls and from bridesmaids to the traditional throwing of the bouquet, a wedding is one of the most beautiful and memorable days in a persons life and represents the inauguration of a lifelong journey and commitment between two people. But for the homosexual community, this experience is only a dream. For centuries, politicians, upper class society and the general population have all tried to put an end to the homosexual lifestyle and same-sex marriage specifically. Religion, government, and the decision of what"'"s best for children all come into play for and against the debate over gay marriage. And though everyone is entitled to their own beliefs and opinions, it is unfair to prevent two people, who truly care and love each other, to enter into holy matrimony.
For over 300 years, from 480 B.C to 180 B.C, a homosexual lifestyle was not only an acceptable part of society, it was commonly practiced, especially among the rich and powerful, such as former Greek leader, Alexander the Great. It was not until a statement by one of the worlds most well known philosophers that homosexuals were not thought of as equals. Plato commented, '"'Our citizens should not be inferior to birds and many species of animals'"' during the '"'classical Greece'"' era. In this quote he was referring to the idea that animals did not practice homosexual acts and, therefore, humans should not either. (Ruse)
However, contrary to this quote, insects, fish, birds, and numerous mammals have been observed participating in homosexual like acts. Though people who are against same-sex marriage may say that these do not truly define a homosexual relationship because they are only animals, why should our standards be set to those of an animal relationship? Should the animal kingdom really dictate whether or not it is perfectly fine to participate in a homosexual marriage or relationship? The answer is no. Animals are different than humans and do not typically enter into a relationship for any reason other than reproduction. Humans, however, have the ability to love and feel emotion, making our relationships dissimilar to those of animals. It is unfair, and morally wrong, to say that because a bird does not have a homosexual lifestyle human beings should not either. (Ruse)
Yet, since the 13th century in Europe, the homosexual community has always been viewed and thought of as unequal and unimportant in society. Homosexuals were forced to pretend to be heterosexual or live in humiliation. For hundreds of years, the gay community was forced to live in poverty and seemed to be under constant threat of becoming a social outcast and laughing stock of the community. (Rauch)
Though laws, beliefs, and opinions on what is acceptable in everyday society have changed since 13th century Europe, the public view on gay marriage has not. Even during and since the 1950"'"s and 1960"'"s (when the civil rights movement was at its peak) gays have faced scrutiny and public humiliation for being homosexual. The heterosexual community still appears to place themselves above the homosexual community, even in today"'"s society when it is against the law to discriminate because of sex, color, religion and many other factors which a person cannot control.
As recent as 1967, some states even discriminated against whites marrying blacks and though today very few people would willingly admit to being in favor of this law, same-sex marriage, though slightly more complicated, should be viewed no different than an interracial marriage, no matter how uncommon it may be. Local, State, or Federal governments should not have the power to prevent two people from getting married because of their sex. (Sullivan)
While many say that a homosexual lifestyle is only a choice, Richard A. Posner, author of Sex and Reason (1992) has proven that homosexuals live everywhere, whether that society accepts a homosexual lifestyle or not. Also, if homosexuals were truly heterosexuals choosing the same sex over the opposite sex, this way of life should have become extinct after so many centuries. If a gay lifestyle were so appealing, eventually entire societies would have turned gay. (Rauch)
Perhaps one of the most influential reasons why society opposes same-sex marriage is religion. Christians, who approximately consist of 32% of the world"'"s population, as reported by the World Christian Encyclopedia, believe that the vital part of marriage is not just reproduction but also companionship with chances and opportunities for expression of love that can only be found in marriage. However, the Roman Catholic Church, which constitutes a large percentage of all Christians, believe that procreation is more important than spiritual values or companionship, which would not allow same-sex couples to marry. (Eickhoff)
Yet, the Bible never once directly says that it prohibits same-sex marriage. Religious experts and same-sex marriage opposition argue that the Bible only makes reference to heterosexual marriage as being good. However, this does not mean that Bible disapproves of same-sex marriage. The Bible never once says that it is against same-sex marriage or that same-sex marriage goes against God"'"s will. Experts may dispute that because the Bible does not mention anything about same-sex marriage it means that the Bible does not approve of it. Yet, if the Bible does not approve of anything that it does mention than the modern day things of today (cars, planes, and the computer on which I constructed this essay) would be morally and religiously wrong. Nevertheless, people do not complain about the modern day conveniences as being against the Bible. (Corvino)
Although the Bible may only mention heterosexual marriage as being a normal marriage, the Bible cannot be the only thing on which we base our laws and opinions. Those opposed to same-sex marriage who believe that the Bible says sex between a homosexual couple is wrong may refer to Leviticus 20:7-16,22-27 which states: '"'…If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them…'"' Yet, it is a fact that the Bible also discusses that women were placed on Earth to serve men and that it is all right to own slaves. For example, in Leviticus 25:44-46 it states: '"'Your male and female slaves are to come from the nations around you; from them you may buy slaves'"'. (Abdallah)
Also, in Exodus 21:20-21 it states that '"'If a man beats his male or female slave with a rod and the slave dies as a result, he must be punished, but he is not to be punished if the slave gets up after a day or two, since the slave is his property'"'. Yet, one would be hard pressed to find a politician, or even a regular citizen, who would be willing to defend these as acceptable ways of life just because the Bible says that it is all right. (Abdallah)
Because marriage has become perhaps the most important part of today"'"s society, modern day traditionalists have started to make arguments on why same-sex marriage would destroy what a marriage means today. They argue that homosexual marriage is both '"'dangerous and frivolous'"' because it blesses unions in which today"'"s society has little or no interest. Traditionalists also believe anything that jeopardizes marriage '"'undermines this most basic of institutions.'"' (Sullivan)
However, a lasting marriage is something that is hard to find in today"'"s world and those opposed to same-sex marriage argue that allowing same-sex marriage will increase the already high amount of divorces in this country. Yet, this is an impossible assumption, as one cannot assume that because a couple is homosexual they will have a higher chance of getting a divorce.
Another reason that same-sex-marriage would be a positive contribution towards not only the homosexual community but society in general is the effect that marriage can have on a person. It has been proven that single people, especially single women, are more likely to rely on welfare than a married couple. It is also been brought to notice that single men and women are more likely to become ill and require financial aid to help cover medical costs. (Sullivan)
Marriage has been proven to help couples lead a healthier and happier life, which would prove just the same for a homosexual couple. Marriage provides the personal and social needs of a human being as nothing else can. Homosexual couples need this same emotional and economic stability just as a heterosexual couple needs it. (Rauch)
People marry not only to truly show their affection towards another person, but marriage is also a wonderful way to help provide benefits for one another. When a couple marries, they receive countless amounts of benefits that can help support their family. A few of the great benefits that a married couple, recognized by the state, receive are: the right to make a life or death medical decision, the right to inheritance, the right to share pensions and many medical benefits as well. These benefits can help economically support a family and provide an added incentive to get married. (Sullivan)
Yet, because same-sex couples cannot legally enter into a marriage, they are unable to collect on such great benefits. Vermont is the sole state that allows same-sex couples to register for a civil-union. However, a civil-union does not provide a same-sex couple with all the benefits as a marriage would provide. Even countries such as Denmark, Sweden, and Norway are beginning to allow same-sex couples to register with the state and are able to collect on many of the afore mentioned benefits. In France and Belgium, numerous cities and local governments have also started to recognize homosexual partnerships. Canada, our loyal neighbor to the north, even allows and recognizes same-sex marriages. (Sullivan)
However, perhaps the most influential topic preventing same-sex marriage has nothing to do with marriage at all. Many who are opposed to same-sex marriage are concerned about a same-sex couple"'"s ability to raise children. Though their concern about the well being of a child is legitimate, their arguments are not.
As of 2000, reported by the Census Bureau, there were approximately 594,000 same-sex couples that had children, whether by adoption, a previous marriage, or another way. This is a substantial number of homosexual couples that have children and the idea that these couples cannot raise their children because of their homosexuality is completely absurd. (Rauch)
Preventing a same-sex couple to raise a child is inhumane. Studies have shown that children are better off living in a stable home and environment and marriage is one of the largest factors in the creation of a stable living center. Those against same-sex marriage argue that the state has an interest in the care of the future generation, which can only be produced through a married couple, which a homosexual couple is presently unable to become. Yet the state only has an interest in assuring that children will reside in homes that they can thrive in. This does not matter if the child is biologically related to both, one, or neither parent. As long as the child has ample opportunities to succeed, the state is happy. In fact, in the case of Adams v. Howerton, (A case in which an American citizen, Richard Adams, married a foreigner, Anthony Sullivan. The court ruled that because they were a homosexual couple, their marriage did not qualify Sullivan to become an American citizen.) the court ruled that the state interest in marriage involved providing a setting for the production and raising of children. Though same-sex couples cannot obviously produce children, they are still more than qualified to raise and take care of children. (Coolidge et al.)
The idea that a same-sex couple is unable to raise a child is not only morally wrong, but it is also sexual discrimination. In point of fact, during the case of Romer v. Evans, the United States Supreme Court struck down a Colorado State constitutional amendment because it was specifically designed to make gays and lesbians unequal to heterosexuals. (Coolidge et al.)
Some states actually allow first cousins to get married just so long that they do not have children either because of something preventing the couple to produce children or because of an agreement that they will not produce children. Though it is clear to see why first cousins should not be allowed to procreate (as this can lead to birth defects in the child) it is unjust to prevent a same-sex couple from raising a child because they are homosexual. The state cannot deny a heterosexual couple from getting married based on the grounds that they cannot, or do not want to, raise or produce children. This rule should be no different for a homosexual couple wishing to get married. (Coolidge et al.)
Although there may be no clear answer to this debate, the only fair thing to do is allow same-sex couples to get married. A homosexual couple does not deserve to be treated unfairly and unequally. Though it is understandable that some may, and will always, be opposed to same-sex marriage (whether because of a religious belief or personal choice) it is wrong to prevent two people, who truly care and love one another, to enter upon the most sacred bond between two people, which is marriage. People need to realize that homosexuals deserve the same rights and equality as heterosexuals. It is unfair to treat a person differently because of their homosexuality.
As author Jonathon Rauch so perfectly commented, '"'When gays ask to marry, they are not just asking for a legal stamp of approval on the life they have. They are asking for the prospect of a different and…better kind of life. They are asking, really, for a better kind of love.'"' The homosexual community has endured enough hatred and resentment from heterosexuals. It is time that we stop dictating others lives because of religious preference or belief and allow someone to live the life they want. Though heterosexuals may say they don"'"t, it is only fair to allow homosexuals to say '"'I Do'"'.
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(no subject) [Apr. 28th, 2008|10:51 am]
I am only here today because of a bullet that did not fire from a Barrretta pistol. Hence, I am deeply grateful to be able to share what I’ve learned with you today. I understand the difficult journey of climbing out of deepest depression and have many tactics for preventing its return.

So what do you do when you find yourself dreaming up dreadful ideas of death? The first thing to do is to remember that, even if you cannot feel it now, there was once part of you that wanted to thrive. What did you want to thrive for? Why did you want to thrive for that? I often find that, even if the exact possibility is lost, the essence of the purpose is not without merit. For example; in the case of a job or lover that is lost as an option there is always the remaining desire to move toward a similar goal. There comes the time to make a choice that is yours alone to make. At that time you must look inside and find the strength to want to. You can do whatever you want if you remember that you will not always succeed at the first attempt and are not even guaranteed success after one-thousand attempts. I believe that the worst thing that can happen to me is death from exhaustion of tenacity.

I can either live like I want to die or die like I want to live. I would rather succeed at feeling alive and fail at every task I set out to do than feel dead inside and accomplish everything that I tried. It is the experience of trial and error; of risk and gamble that makes me truly feel alive. I believe that depression is simply the loss of this value. Over time the loss becomes a wall that closes away your perception of available options; blinds my eyes to the infinite possible choices that are always available.

I believe that the best way to overcome depression is to be aware of its earliest symptoms. Often depression is not dealt with by professionals until a person is in such a severe emotional state that they often wish they were dead. It is much easier to deal with frustration and sadness when you are not yet feeling daunted and defeated.

When I notice that I’m losing steam to fuel the trip the first thing I do is take a break. Often I will set a task or goal aside until after I have had time to relax and rest. If others are involved I explain to them that I need time to introspect. Part of introspection is is letting go of all current conceptions of reality and seeking simple pleasures like a good meal, a friendly conversation, and a nice sleepy dream.

After my mind is at ease I peacefully resume operations. I re-evaluate the complete situation from a fresh frame of thought. I sometimes find that the answer has been processed subconsciously by my brain in the time that passed. When I still find myself stuck I check with what resources I have at hand like friends, books, and the internet. If, after which, I remain stymied I re-check the path I am on.

When you reach a dead end in your journey it is time to re-search your intentions. Is the path you are on actually leading to the desired destination? Perhaps even, in fact, the desire is doing the misleading. When I listen to the world around me I can see many paths. The choices for living are infinite. To be honest, I’ve never had an expectation that wasn’t surpassed by the gift that the universe actually had to give to me. To get to what the universe has in store, we need to continue to live and take new paths and risks until it is revealed. I realize that there is never such a thing as defeat as long as I can still take a breath.

Emotional turmoil, at times, can make me begin to feel that all is lost. The walls of perception start closing in and my options seem limited. When all else fails I think about what I want and give even the "impossible" a go. Even if I do not reach what I had hoped to accomplish I am in a completely new frame of mind that is fueled by the wisdom of the new experience. This is always enough to refresh my ability to thrive and to feel alive. It is this rebirth in the journey that places me at the crossroads of opportunity.

Life can be filled with highs and lows. It is always important to remember, however, that happiness and fulfillment is a path to walk. When one is always longing for past or future joy one misses out on the wondrous rapture of the present moment. I am a realistic optimist. I understand that it is crucial to remember in any gaiety or lament that "this too shall pass."

I am not saying that I have never given up. What happened when I pulled that trigger you may call coincidence or luck. It is my personal choice to give the credit to the great mysterious spirit that many call God. I believe that everything happens for a reason. I am happy to be breathing and have a heart that continues to beat. I know that who I was died irrevocably when that gun fired the bullet after I pulled it away from my head and shot it into the sky. Afterwords I took that journey from the bottom of the stairs of despair to the loving life I live now. I claim only that I have found sweet content in a flourishing spirit that I hope all others who seek can know. There are ups and downs in the storms of growth. Nothing is perfect unless perfect is exactly what this journey is.
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(no subject) [Apr. 14th, 2008|03:28 pm]
Ashley Kuchta
Writing & Rhetoric A Soft Riot

The picture “The Revolution” is not what you think it might be, not pending at the brink of a long awaited answer to an unrelated question. It won't arrive draped in hot pink angora shawls, or anything as brazen. No this “revolution” will not be advertised. (Not in the tabloids or on the billboards.) Even though this picture is well known you will never see it unless it’s located hiding somewhere amidst the URLs of cyber space or on some tacky peace now sticker. The sloth of a people, engaged in video games, more interested in the Dance-Dance variety of revolution. Wherein the most momentum mustered exists in the turning of car wheels. Rubber to asphalt. Round and round. Thoughts do not evolve, although the wheels revolve. Not the type of revolution needed to remedy the stagnant exhaust hanging in the moribund air. Why does no one seem to care?

The fist in “The Revolution” encapsulates purposeful movement, the spirited energy – the stimulation rushing through the universal breeze. This is the revolution in itself! And what I see is abandoning avoidance and wishful thinking and cease the enabling blinking. Stop slamming shut eyes to the actuality of this crumbling world. The revolution will free us all. Only if we would let it, or maybe get at it through love, devotion, unity and acceptance. How have these words become so mundane? And why are we waiting for a hydrating rain of these qualities to drench us through and through while we stand on the beach gazing absently to the ocean wherein swims a commotion of adoration and embrace? We have come face to face with the revolution. Convolution blocks the conversation but we better get clear before the radiation permeates inextricably – irrevocably – permanently.

We desperately need, although few seem to crave or heed the information that the revolution knows. Instead we wallow in hollow woes worrying instead of acting, facilitating the recreation of past mutilation and terror. The recycling of humanity's horrors will last eternally without a vaudeville of voices vehemently declaring their thorough detestation for the violation of woman and mankind alike. Without the revolution life is lost, costing individuals either breath or inspiration and ultimately without the revolution all passion and love will be tossed to the wind then pinned under earth never to be found again.

My revolution will look like a brightly colored room. It will not wear all black or have intimidating hairstyles. My revolution will be badly matched: plaids with polka dots. It will begin with motion, a huge motion, and the big bang motion. The same motion that caused moons to fall for rotating balls of problems. We'll know only one word to call it... Love. It will start as a teenager and grow to be a child. My revolution will not have confusing phrases or demoralizing fads, or long-winded mission statements...in fact, I have just decided my revolution will have only one rule: that nothing can be written. One has to be creative enough to say it, show it, or know it.
My revolution will be the evolution of Gandhi and Martin Luther King. Persuading non-violent but effective acts like wedgies for every member of Capitol Hill so they can start doing something more constructive with hands. Such as pulling Fruit of the Looms from their asses. My revolution will include all the mo-hawked hair freaks, bow-tied mathaletes, or last to be picked for the kickball league, because everyone is welcome in my revolution. Including but not limited to: Girl who loves girl, Boy who loves girl, Boy who loves skirts, Girl who loves herself, and Boy who could love just about anyone... If anyone who just turn their head to him. It attends roller derby instead of football will eat popcorn for dinner and watch romantic comedies (when it feels so inspired.) It doesn't care if people think it's silly, cause humor makes people laugh and laughter will fuel any train of change I don't care who you are. So there!!!!
My revolution will send stamped letters because it understands that getting something in your mailbox besides coupons and bills can be life-changing. It will call its mother at least once a week. Finish more sentences. It won’t get distracted during tax time. It will listen to all sorts of music except polka and mariachi. (Because let's be honest... That's pretty awful stuff.) It will go to all sorts of churches, except the ones that encourage mass suicides, and bizarre comet rides...
(Because let's be honest... That's pretty awful stuff.) It will eat ice cream with a fork, vacuum naked and paint walls with a single hair brush, demonstrating attention to detail.
My revolution will judge intelligence not by tests, but by how well one can carry a conversation! Because I'm honestly sick of small talk and I'm the leader so I get to decide these details. Bjork will be the mascot. Trader Joes will sponsor all events. In our meetings, we will cuddle. My revolution is going to be awesome... I hope you agree. Because politics will be fun, you will be inspired, and we will single handedly changed the universe... one wedgie at a time. So will you stand beside the revolution grasping its hand and marching onward toward peace? Trudge past the empty sand and get back to the vast and flourishing garden?
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(no subject) [Apr. 14th, 2008|01:10 pm]
United State of Arrogance; Your Trojan horse is the charlie-horse. Starting with the first course of blood-hungry discourse; down in your own 13-year-old calf; Not overseas; not in the desert; not in Iraq or the Hanoi corpse; No, it started with your fast food nation;

the ecstatic sensation

of getting everything you need

right when you want it;

working for nothing;

clinging to something,

even if it costs your soul

but keeps your hands clean.

Me?

I want my knuckles to bleed.

I want my knuckles to bleed.

United State of Stage Actors;

Privacy is integrity.

Privacy is honesty.

Privacy is reality.

If you scream 100 prayers

for all to see;

are you praying to God

or just preaching to seem -

good and righteous

pure and pious

all the things you'll never be.

Because my meager guess,

right here at this desk,

Is the noble soul -

Gives when nobody is looking;

Loves when ugliness starts hooking;

Prays without scheduling a booking.

United States of Over Exposed

You are authentically yourself when you are uncomfortably alone;

The problem compounded by insecurity when no one is home.

Our sense of self, validated by the mirrors held to our faces;

The bullying ads pulling at our laces;

The best part of waking up is not the Folgers in your cup;

Snap, crackle and pop this down to the last drop.

Run for the border to escape that ring around your collar;

The king of beers is coming after the other white meat;

Licking their lips and howling, "Where's the beef."

All of us settling for great taste and less filling; finger lickin' good

Cheap thrills; empty promises; lonely hearts and second billing.

Breakfast of champions; Double your pleasure and double your fun;

You'll fill that fantasy, screw twins with this cancer causing gum.

Maybe she's born with it or maybe its gasoline -

burning up her inside;

Tearing down her strength and consuming all pride;

You're in good hands with small weight;

Like a good neighbor big brother is there;

A diamond is forever but love is not;

I can hear you now!

I can hear you now -

Stealing our sweat and flattening our brow.

Just do it.

Because you're worth it.

Is it in you? Is it in me?

Be all that you can be.

None of us know how.

And when all is said and done;

AT&T batted the only earned run.

Reach out and touch someone.

Reach out and touch someone.

Percy Shelly predicted this; sit down and read Ozymandias.

United State of Apathy; your collapse is written on your 39 cent stamp.

A lazy country sucked void through television -

which killed the dance hall; replaced delis with mini-malls;

Dawn is breaking this stupor. Order quick - it's last call.

We accepted the urgency over the

elaborate, intricate and delicate -

Bricks of beauty are only built with

two thoughtful hands; a silent room and pensive stance.

I hold you, Silicon Valley, responsible for the lack of

lofty love affairs and silent prayers;

instant texts and emails offered over

written letters and memoirs.

United States of Silence; there is a reason only 7000 Marched on Saturday;

There is a reason less than half got out the vote today.

The opposite of love is not hate;

My dear country; it is apathy.

United States of Disregard;

There is no reason to keep score;

We can't love you because we

don't love ourselves anymore.

United States of Emergency;

We're all Missing in Action;

We're all Prisoners of War.

Grow tall as Babel; over a forest of Verizon towers;

Reach high over man-made creation and acid rain showers;

High as technology will take you;

Divide the nations; right to the space stations;

The hands of time ticked past Greece, Easter Island, Copan and Timbuktu;

Mesopotamia, Rome, Egypt and they're tocking for you.

Can you hear me now?

Can you hear me now?



United States of Juvenility

You're just a child; running around the table

Begging for attention as the white-haired, age-faired,

Over-prepared, more-than-scared elders

Rub their beards, pleading, "repeat what you just said'

As you flick your nose; mock their words;

And smoosh French fries on your French-hating head.

You're just a baby;

needing boundaries yet breaking them all;

jumping for attention and not breaking your fall.

You're just an infant; barely old enough to stand -

blasting big guns, stomping and tromping

over wiser, well-established sands.

I challenge you to keep your youth and

All the lessons it provides

Right down to losing that first tooth

And blindfolding scared eyes.

Grasp your vitality without sacrificing humility.

Clasp your morality without forfeiting fertility.

Everyone loves a well-behaved child.

What a good girl; a good boy; colorful yet mild.



Divisible yet not invincible -

Your gluttony will catch you

Your arrogance will let you

United States of First Glance

United State of Last Chance

United State of Refinance

United States of Careless Expanse

United States of Serious Cant's....

Stop. Be Still; Age Gracefully yet

laugh til you pee in your pants.





a soft riot

the revolution is not what you think it might be not pending at the brink of a long awaited answer to an unrelated question. It won't arrive draped in hot pink angora shawls, or anything as brazen. No this revolution will not be advertised. Not in the tabloids or on the billboards. It will not be located hiding somewhere amidst the URLs of cyber space.

The revolution encapsulates purposeful movement the spirited energy – the stimulation rushing through the universal breeze. The revolution seems to be fending for itself more often that not the sloth of a people engaged in video games. More interested in the dance, dance variety of revolution, wherein the most momentum mustered exists in the turning of car wheels. Rubber to asphalt. Round and round. Thoughts do not evolve although the wheels revolve. Not the type of revolution needed to remedy the stagnant exhaust hanging in the moribund air.

why does no one seem to care?

But enough of what's lacking now to attacking the issues because this is the revolution! Abandoning avoidance and wishful thinking cease the enabling blinking. Stop slamming shut eyes to the actuality of this crumbling world. The revolution will free us all if only we let it, get at it – through love and devotion, unity and acceptance, how have these words become so mundane? And why are we waiting for a hydrating rain of these qualities to drench us through and through while we stand on the beach gazing absently to the ocean wherein swims a commotion of adoration and embrace?



we have come face to face with the revolution. convolution blocks the conversation, but we better get clear before the radiation permeates inextricably, irrevocably – permanently.



we desperately need although few seem to crave or heed the information that the revolution knows no – instead we wallow in hollow woes worrying instead of acting, facilitating the recreation of past mutilation and terror.



the recycling of humanity's horrors will last eternally without a vaudeville of voices vehemently declaring their thorough detestation for the violation of woman and mankind alike.
without the revolution life is lost. costing individuals either breath or inspiration and ultimately without the revolution all passion and love will be tossed to the wind then pinned under earth never to be found again.



so will you stand beside the revolutiongrasping its hand and marching onward toward peace?
trudge past the empty sand and get back to the vast and flourishing garden? the revolution calls – will you answer?


My revolution...

...will look like a brightly colored room. It will not wear all black or have intimidating hairstyles. My revolution will be badly matched: plaids with polka dots. It will begin with motion, a huge motion, big bang motion. The same motion that caused moons to fall for rotating balls of problems. We'll know only one word to call it... Love. It will start as a teenager and grow to be a child. My revolution will not have confusing phrases or demoralizing fads, or long-winded mission statements...in fact, I have just decided my revolution
Will have only one rule: that nothing can be written. One has to be creative enough to say it, show it, or know it. My revolution will be the evolution of Gandhi and Martin Luther King. Persuading non-violent but effective acts like wedgies for every member of Capitol Hill so they can start doing something more constructive with hands. Such as pulling Fruit of the Looms from their asses. My revolution will include all the mohawked hair freaks, bow-tied mathaletes, or last to be picked for the kickball league. Cause everyone is welcome in my revolution. Including but not limited to:
Girl who loves girl, Boy who loves girl, Boy who loves skirts, Girl who loves herself, and Boy who could love just about anyone... if anyone who just turn their head to him. It attends roller derby instead of football will eat popcorn for dinner and watch romantic comedies (when it feels so inspired.) It doesn't care if people think it's silly, cause humor makes people laugh and laughter will fuel any train of change I don't care who you are. So there!!!!
My revolution will send stamped letters because it understands that getting something in your mailbox besides coupons and bills can be life-changing. It will call its mother at least once a week. Finish more sentences.
i wont get distracted during tax time. It will listen to all sorts of music except polka and mariachi.
(Cause let's be honest... That's pretty awful stuff.) It will go to all sorts of churches, except the ones that encourage mass suicides, and bizarre comet rides...
(Cause let's be honest... That's pretty awful stuff.) It will eat ice cream with a fork, vacuum naked
And paint walls with a single hair brush, demonstrating attention to detail.
My revolution will judge intelligence not by tests, but by how well one can carry a conversation! Because I'm honestly sick of small talk and I'm the leader so I get to decide these details. Bjork will be the mascot. Trader Joes will sponsor all events. In our meetings, we will cuddle. My revolution is going to be awesome... I hope you agree. Cause politics will be fun, you will be inspired, and we will single handingly
Changed the universe... one wedgie at a time.
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silver and exact. [Apr. 10th, 2008|04:20 pm]
Mirrors are just a reflection of what we are on the outside, not what we are on the inside.

in my opinion the mirror swallows whatever it sees


The Bean had be described as silver and exact. Obviously it is describing what it looks like, but it is saying more than that. The color silver is reflective, and a mirror of course reflects what it sees. Exact, in this case could mean square, but it could also mean a lot more than that. A mirror shows you exactly what it sees; an image is reflected in the silver exactly as it appears. The mirror does not care if what it reflects is good or bad, as it says it has no preconceptions. Its job is to show you what you are.

Perhaps the mirror means that it takes the person who is standing in front of it and swallows what is inside, to leave nothing but what is on the outside for that person to see. This would be a true reflection, because the person cannot see what is on the inside of them through a mirror.
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(no subject) [Mar. 17th, 2008|12:50 pm]
AshleyKuchta
W&RI An apple a day keeps the doctor away.
196268 Getting some every day make the herpes stay.
Emotions mean nothing. Attraction… what is it? We take all we can, pretending that there's something to it--some deeper meaning, some emotion that we feel, but really, the only way anyone ever tries to connect... really connect is by throwing your body at a complete stranger. No, not necessarily someone you've never met before, but someone you don’t know, because in all reality, does anyone really know anyone? You’d say yes to this idea that you really know at least one person, but do you really? Are you sure you don’t just think you know this person so you can have someone that can make you feel comfortable and safe?

Truth: you really want to hear it? Women are all whores. There are no loopholes. Some just start sooner than others, but no matter what, it's inevitable. No matter what they've got, they've always got one eye open, always scouting, looking for their next Adonis. There! The boy across the room, he'll have her body tonight, but that's not where it ends. She'll copulate twice. The other boy, the one whose heart she has stuffed at the bottom of her big golden purse, he'll get it twice as hard--so hard that there will be no pleasure for him. And her? There's nothing: no remorse, no regrets, because actually having a conscience goes against being human now-a-days. Why? Maybe their father abused them or maybe on their prom date left them. Who knows and who hasn’t had something bad happen? They lack the feeling of actual love in their life so what else is there to do but make babies.

And men? Oh, Christ. Men do everything and anything for a physical encounter. (Maybe that’s just because I have encounters with lust driven guys or all of my gay friends just put this idea in my head.) They spend money on things they don’t want to do, work out to "get ripped" and what for? They want some "pussy." They take whatever they can get, whatever the situation. Married, engaged, involved with someone? No problem. Hell, I’m convinced that a man will kill his best friend if the woman is desirable enough. Crazy? Maybe... But in the end, you're always left with a piece of latex soaked through with the moistness of two bodies connected and two hearts indifferent.

The thing that really amazes me though, is the fact that we won't see it coming. We always believe that I am the one that can change her/him. "Sure I know she did some terrible shit in the past, but she won’t do it to me. I'm different." Different. Ha! That’s hilarious. You, my friend, do the same things everyone else does. When all you want is sex, you don't care if she's screwing over her boyfriend. You'll take her for the night, and promptly return her in the morning. When it's all done, you'll call your friends, and laugh, and tell how you “fucked her hard last night," about how she "screamed SO loud," and how she "wanted it so bad."
Then when you actually fall for someone, once it becomes more than just a fling, you expect everybody else to keep their hands off--to respect the fact that:
This girl is your girl.

It's all right in front of you, though. Maybe you'll call it karma, but that's the furthest thing from the truth. What goes around does come around, but it’s not the decision of God or Buddha or anyone else. It's the simple fact that the week before, you were out to get some
--no matter what! If those were your ambitions, why the fuck wouldn’t they be the ambitions of every other male in the human population? Whose eyes are you seeing through? Naivety's maybe, or possibly Stupidity's.

The world is not a movie. Everything doesn’t end with a kiss and credits. I wish it did as much as you do; I have just come to terms with it. But, you know what? You can't help but think, "What if . . . ?" Everything would be so much better. Sure, there would be a good hour and a half of conflict, but it would always resolve itself, and in the end, the good guy would win . . . no matter what. If gunshots were blanks and deaths were just people lying on the floor, trying their hardest not to move... and oh, if a broken heart were just bad acting with a touch of Visine... hmm... what a happy place the world would be

But the truth is: a one night stand is the only way we feel real, and it's a god damn shame.
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homewerk [Mar. 12th, 2008|01:55 pm]
Ashley kuchta
W&R 1-
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I accept chaos. I am not sure though weather it accepts me or not. I also accept love. What a complex emotion. You can try to describe it. No laws can hold it. Only fools try to control it. It's only an emotion and nothing more. And how do we know when it's real? WE DON'T! We only know when it's not. Funny isn't it? The same thing that can complete us is the very same thing that destroys us. This makes us fear. Fear… Also a complex emotion. Fear is an emotion indispensable for survival. Fear creates aggressiveness; Fear grows in the dark and the unknown. Experience teaches me that the silence of emotion is what makes us fear the most.
How many of you can say you found the person you want to spend the rest of your fucked up, insignificant life with. I have and I can.

So then what do we do?

Let TIME show your hearts TRUE meaning..

And Love those that love us...


Nothing more, nothing less.
What is love? It is one of the most difficult questions for the mankind. Centuries have passed by, relationships have bloomed and so has love. But no one can give the proper definition of love. To some “Love is friendship set on fire” for others “Maybe love is like luck. You have to go all the way to find it”. No matter how you define it or feel it, love is the eternal truth in the history of mankind.

I accept chaos. I am not sure though weather it accepts me or not.





Depending on context, love can be of different varieties. Romantic love is a deep, intense and unending. It shared on a very intimate and interpersonal and sexual relationship. The term Platonic love, familial love and religious love are also matter of great affection. It is more of desire, preference and feelings. The meaning of love will change with each different relationship and depends more on its concept of depth, versatility, and complexity. But at times the very existence of love is questioned. Some say it is false and meaningless. It says that it never exist, because there has been many instances of hatred and brutality in relationships. The history of our world has witnessed many such events. There has been hatred between brothers, parents and children, sibling rivalry and spouses have failed each other. Friends have betrayed each other; the son has killed his parents for the throne, the count is endless. Even the modern generation is also facing with such dilemmas everyday. But “love” is not responsible for that. It is us, the people, who have forgotten the meaning of love and have undertaken such gruesome apathy.
I lie awake in your bed room, motionless watching the clock turn from 11:59 to 12:00.
Thoughts drift in and out of my mind as I wait for my consciousness to ease and slow down, and for my body to diminish to a numb state. Thoughts of what was float peacefully towards my psyche. I start to think of my friends, the girls, the parties, and the all-nighters. Those Friday nights we'd all hang out in the same room, and try to all fit on my bed and watch those same few movies, or all those nights I would stay out just driving happy just to be around each other. A smile finds its way to my mouth and I feel and over abundance of love. Then an uneasy feeling finds its way to my stomach. Somehow during the 24 hours you stayed up with them, when your first intention to get together was to study for the final tomorrow, or something of that sort, it never happened. Then you think of the times when you were there for them, and they were there for you. When your mom got thrown in jail, they were right there. When one of their parents’ kicked them out, you help them move some stuff to your house so they have somewhere to stay. No matter what happened, you were always there for each other. You start to feel that uneasy feeling again.

Now recent events come to mind. Today was the last day I was ever going to see them again. I’m almost positive that they’re thinking of me too, though we’ve grown further
and further apart in the past 4 years. Different interests separated you from the connection we once had, and we all found new friends, new loves, new people to hangout with,
be there for, and have fun with and love. New everything. Still I can’t help but remember those who were there before. Finally I start thinking about the future. I know exactly what I want to do now that I’m a member of “the real world”, and I know exactly how to get there and I know exactly who to be with. Or do I? Is everything going to be okay?

I remember when me and my friends all planned out what college we were all going to go to when we grew up, and what we all were going to be. Wow, times have changed.
Opinions have changed. I have changed. My head tilts on to my pillow, my eyes roll back, and I’m about to enter a different place, a place where nothing had to change,
where you could back to my youth, and everything would be the same. A place where there weren’t any worries about rent... work... car payments... or bills... but instead only worries about where I was going to be the next day, with the people I knew cared

End
I accept chaos. I am not sure though weather it accepts me or not. I also accept love. What a complex emotion. You can try to describe it. No laws can hold it. Only fools try to control it. It's only an emotion and nothing more. And how do we know when it's real? WE DON'T! We only know when it's not. Funny isn't it? The same thing that can complete us is the very same thing that destroys us. This makes us fear. Fear… Also a complex emotion. Fear is an emotion indispensable for survival. Fear creates aggressiveness; Fear grows in the dark and the unknown. Experience teaches me that the silence of emotion is what makes us fear the most.
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(no subject) [Aug. 24th, 2007|07:36 pm]
things lately have being shocking me...
because things lately..
have been amazing.

new everything.
new me.
and it started when i came back from cali.
i love the feeling of this.
all i have right now.
i moved out.
im moving to chicago.
im moving on with my love life.
i have this girl.
and she is amazing.
and she is mine.
alllllll mine.
thank you jesus.


i've been neglecting my book and this...
more when im drunk.
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(no subject) [Jul. 20th, 2007|03:13 am]
[mood | happy]

she was so afraid to get close to anyone...
cuz everyone she ever got close to left...

she was so unsure about herself...
because no one ever really made her feel worthy..

she never really said much...
because no one ever really listened...

until you.


then she realized.

that was the past...

this is now...

that she was wonderful.
and no one would ever be better

i'm learning to love life again.
its so wonderful to be here.
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for the book [Jun. 9th, 2007|04:39 am]
I don’t like going to bed unless I’m able you hold on to something I care about dearly, and in return be held just as tight. You know that feeling of complete comfort, love, safe. I have never been comfortable with a person like I was with her. I’ve never wanted someone to touch me so badly, someone to hold me like I meant the world to them, as much as I wanted her to. I wanted her to shower me with kisses, and tangle my arms with hers. I would look in her eyes and feel so wonderful. I would fucking melt when she would just look at me an smile. I miss everything. I even miss the arguing because at least them we weren’t apart. At least them we both apologized and hugged afterwards and I could feel her.
I saw the spark leave her eyes way before she did. I felt the loss or her love way before she did. That’s why we fought. Because I knew it was gone and I was so scared to lose her. I was so upset because all I ever wanted was for her to really show that she cared, really try hard to make me see it… but she never did. She would just get mad at me sometimes for telling her I love you too much, or touching her too much, and thinking about it now I almost want to cry...
So now I sit and regret. The fighting, her seeing what I never wanted her to see. Ashley in pain, anger, rage, disappointment, bitterness, why? I did it wrong. I fucked it up. I tried so hard to have the perfect love. I wanted it so bad from her, but I don’t think she wanted it that bad. If she did I don’t think she would have gave up on me. I think she would have worked through everything but my side. She proposed to me, gave me a ring, and then 3 months later, left. I think the last time we came back together she did it because she felt she needed to. She fucked with my head so many times before, and I always received the blame, I wasn’t good enough. Sometimes you just aren’t good enough. Sometimes you don’t get that wonderful fairytale ending. Sometimes it ends in misery and you feel so cold and bitter inside… but you have to overcome it. You have to prove to yourself you are worth it. No matter what shitty thing happens, because the shit always gets served, and you have to fucking take it and make something good out of it. If you don’t, how will you survive. They say you never get over you’re first love. Well I agree. Why? Because it’s the first actual beautiful thing you get in you’re life that only you can feel.

If you cant overcome it, you’re as worthless as that same relationship after its over.
I'm trying so hard to.
but i just fucking love her so much it makes me sick.
and i just fucking miss her so much it makes me sick.
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(no subject) [Jun. 7th, 2007|12:21 am]
she has butchered my mind,
killed me inside,
poured propane,
gas,
and took a shit on me...
then set me on fire,
then pissed on the ashes..
then puked on them,
then stomped them,
then fed them to a dog
and then the dog shit me out,
and then she put the shit in a bag,
and set it on fire again,
then put it on someones door stop,
and they stomped me and threw me in the street.
then it started raining,
and i became a big
mushy
miserable
pile of goop.
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(no subject) [Jun. 2nd, 2007|05:17 am]
My face hurts...
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(no subject) [May. 29th, 2007|02:35 am]
I fucking hate ALL of you.
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latest lyrics for lates beat. [May. 18th, 2007|03:35 am]
You feel like a candle,
in a hurricane.
Just like a picture,
with a broken frame.
and she points the blame.
loves a stupid fuckin game,

it leaves ya feelin alone and helpless,
like you've lost your fight.
But "you'll be alright."
Just hold on tight
and dont fill with spite
Cuz "You'll be alright."

Because when push comes to shove,
you taste what you're made of.
You might bend,
till you break,
becuase it's all you can take.
and you might shake,
and you might break,
but really dont mistake
her love was just fake,

On your knees you look up,
decide you've had enough.
and at first you might bluff
but soon prove you're tough
and realize you're hot stuff.

You'll get mad,
you'll get strong,
wipe your hands,
shake it off.
Then you stand,
with no shame,
And remember your name.
who you are.
what you're made of,
prove that you're not afraid of,
love at its best,
with the broken heart in your chest...

just remember whats real,
and the people who love you,
stand by you and shove you,
out of your rut,
then you feel it in your gut,
that you aren't alone
then you've finally grown,
carved in your memory like stone,
and you'll always remember
and picture your heart in an ember
and feel so disgraced,
like a slap in the face,
and the fucked up chase,
all you needed was space,
but in stead you got thrown and replaced...
but thats life for you son,
and sometimes you want to get a gun
and just be done
but you really just begun,
she just wasnt the right one.
And that something you cant forget.
but its something you cant sweat
or else you'll be a threat
to yourself and you must alive
she wants you dead inside
to think she was your bride
but you had tried
some people just divide.
you just got to take it in strides.
and hope you survive.

But dont worry,
you'll find someone to love
and they'll fit like a golve,
and they'll explain
that they dont love you the same
but more every day
and they will not stray
and you'll then know everything is okay.
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yeaaaaaaaaap [May. 14th, 2007|04:44 am]
I'm in this hazy numb state.
I have been drinking every beer i can get.

i dont want to deal with this.
i would probably rather deaL with almost anything else.



i probably wont get out of this rut until i die.

but i guess thats my life for ya.
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(no subject) [May. 11th, 2007|04:53 am]
I wish someone would just pull the trigger.
or that someone would just smash into my car head on,
and make me pass out for 2 years.
and give me no memory of anything.
than i wouldn't feel so worthless...
and maybe than i would want to still be living.
maybe than i could eat something.
or sleep.
but no..
i get to sit here.
miserable.
thinking about you...
and everything.
and how i mean nothing to you.
while i drink and try to think of ways to end it all.
while i drink and pretend I'm happy.





to make it short since im drunk...
I have no reason to live.
i have no worth.
my life is over.
i know you say it isnt.
but this ashley you knew...
is probably going to be dead in the next few days...
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(no subject) [May. 11th, 2007|01:33 am]
i now really know not to trust...
each betrayal begins with trust.

i'm sick of them letting me down.
THEM AS IN ANYONE I TRUST OR CARE ABOUT.


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book Ashley... boook


I’m sick of people thinking I do shitty things. All I do is try and try and try for people, and nothing good ever comes out of it. So I give up on all of you. I give up on everything. Why not? Everyone has given up on me. No one calls me and ask me how im doing. No one ask me if I okay. No one ask if I need anything. No one asks. No one cares. Actions do speak louder than words. People are so quick to judge and then they just up something so good an so beautiful.
I WANT YOU TO KNOW IM NOT A PIECE A SHIT. I AM ONE OF THE BEST PEOPLE YOU COULD HAVE IN YOUR LIFE. YOU JUST FUCKED THAT UP THOUGH.
Honestly, I don’t steal, I don’t cheat, I don’t do anything bad to people… why? I don’t want it to happen to me so why do it to others?


I don't know why I spend my time Writing songs I can't believe With words that tear and strain to rhyme
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what...? I said a hip hop a hip to the hippety hip hop and ya dont stop [May. 2nd, 2007|06:49 am]
[Tags|]

There this girl I Adore,
Her name is Gretchin Polite.
And man let me tell you,
Her eyes are so bright.
And when we first met,
It could have been love at first sight.
She looks in my eyes,
And makes my heart take flight.
She ain’t no fuckin lame ass,
She’s fuckin tight.
She isn’t very tan,
In fact she’s pretty white.
Yeah, she’s alright.
Despite,
When you start to ignite her with spite.
She’ll be kickin your ass,
At the speed of light.
Then she’ll beat you with all her might,
In a knife fight.
Be careful...
She might bite.
Her lovins so good,
She keeps me up all night...
Yeah, That’s riiiiiiight...
She’s a real delight.
Ever want to clean at 4 in the morning?
She might...
Oh, and she doesn’t drink much soda,
Only Sprite.
And sometimes Miller Lite...


I know this other Girl,
Her names Katie Turley.
She got herself together,
Her life ain’t topsy turvy..
She has darker brown hair,
And NO, its not curly.
She doesn’t like to sleep late,
so she wakes up early.
She’s strong a fuck,
but she’s not burly.
So you better watch yourself,
Cuz she’ll kick your ass surely.


Then there my bud,
His name is Matt Parker.
Better know as,
The great “ Harry Potter.”
He’s cooler than bob barker,
And smoother than all the globe trotters
No he isn’t unintelligent or starker.
No is isn’t a rotter.
Wanna make friends?
give him a hit of some blotter.
Or Pot,
Durrr.


Then we move over,
to Kaity Heinrich.
And let me tell you,
she’s a pretty sweet chick.
You better watch out,
Or she’ll steal your Bic.
Yeah you totally should,
Check out her My Space Pic.
She ain’t no red neck,
Or a hic.
But if you piss her off,
By being a dick,
She’ll prolly shit a brick,
and hit you in the head,
with an ice pick.


Then there is also,
NICK GLADDIS BITCH!!
He’s a true pimp,
So he'll make you his bitch,
So he can be rich.
He’s true to his word,
And he ain’t no snitch.
He so suave,
He’s one to bewitch.
He’ll take you rompin off road,
Through a irrigation ditch.
He sleeps with one eye open,
And randomly he’ll twitch.
Better watch yer ass,
Or you’ll get the switch.
And when he sings,
You’re damn right it’s the perfect pitch.


It doesn’t end there,
Cant forget Kimmy Joe.
She’s one of those people,
You have a desire to know.
And once you know her,
You can never let go.
Trust me,
She beats status quo.
But at that time of the month,
Watch out for her menstrual flow.
Cuz if you push her buttons,
She’ll probably blow.
But even so,
its one of those things,
That you’ll have to let go.
Cuz she can kick your ass,
With just her big toe.
And fling you to and fro.
Trust me, I know.
Its fo sho.
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(no subject) [Apr. 20th, 2007|10:07 pm]
I'm changing.
I'm realizing my self worth...
And realizing my worth to others...

And I'm going to remove the people in my life
That don't really give a fuck.
And it's not going to be easy...




sooner or later I'll say goodbye.
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(no subject) [Apr. 17th, 2007|02:37 am]
i dont know anymore.
i'm ready for the world to end.

i'm ready for it.
now it just has to happen.


i'm ready to get blown up.
or something of the sorts.


and i really just wish it would hurry up already.






the only thing i had to live for doesnt even like being around me.
i guess i should have expected that...
i want to be happy.
the only person that has that special power to make me happy...
yeah thats you.
but you dont seem to want to use it.
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(no subject) [Apr. 11th, 2007|01:48 am]
I have problems.
I need something.
I'm Not sure what it is.
my mind hurts
my heart hurts.
my spirit i would say is weak.
i realized today what i am.


i want to die sometimes.
but my motivation for living is to show up my family.
become something besides an abusive asshole drunk druggie.
but i realized today how hard it is these days.


my mind has been been bringing up my past a lot with me
making me think about thing that panic.
making me think about things that cry.
making me think about thinks that are morbid and you wouldn't thin would happen.

its making me scared a lot.
its making me have random outbursts about things that are so stupid.

and something can fix it all...
i just cant figure out what it is.
and its driving me even crazier.
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(no subject) [Apr. 10th, 2007|12:59 am]
[Current Location |Home]
[mood | melancholy]
[music |incubus in my head.]

Love.... what a complex emotion.

No words can describe it...
No laws can hold it....
Only fools try to control it.
It's only an emotion and nothing more.

And how do we know when it's real?

WE DON'T!
We only know when it's not.
Funny isn't it?
The same thing that can complete us
is the very same thing that destroys us.

So then what do we do?

Let TIME show your hearts TRUE meaning..

And Love those that love us...


Nothing more, nothing less.
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one of my stories. [Mar. 30th, 2007|09:23 pm]
As I walked to my car, I felt different. I can try to explain it, but it is very difficult; I've never felt this way before. The feeling was neither good nor bad, but it wasn't quite right either. It was uncomfortable; like the feeling you get when you know something awful is going to happen to your closest, dearest friend, and you can't do anything about it. A storm brewed inside of me, my blood boiled, and I couldn't help but want this feeling to last.

Unfortunately, the heat that poured out of my car when I opened the door distracted me, and I lost the feeling.

"Should've remembered to crack the windows," I muttered quietly. As soon as I spoke, I looked around. I just knew someone had heard me and was thinking, "Crazy lady's talking to herself." No one was nearby.

"Thank goodness. Here I go talking to myself again."

I shut my door and started the car. As soon as I put the car in reverse and let off the brake, a man banged on my back glass.

"What in the heck?"

He hurried to the passenger side, jumped in, and slammed the door shut.

"Did you feel that?"

Half of me panicked and the other half was in shock. He must have seen the "Are you stupid?" look on my face because he started with an explanation.

"Just a few seconds ago. A feeling almost like the world is ending. Then you got distracted and forgot all about it. You know what I'm talking about?"

I did know what the man was talking about. Should I tell him? Could I tell him? I didn't know how to describe the feeling, if it had a name, or if it was even worth worrying over. After all, he did appear to be a decent young man. Maybe mid-twenties; hopefully mid-twenties and available. His clothes were neat and clean, his hair was clean and tidy, and he smelled of a kind of a soapy clean. Everything about him was clean, and for some odd reason, that scared me.

Continue...later. writers block for this story.
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(no subject) [Mar. 23rd, 2007|08:33 am]
and today i hate:
myself.
i am a spoiled little brat.
i am and asshole.
i am a liar.
i am a bastard.
i am a theif.
i am a lazy piece of shit.

now its you're turn to add to the list.
you dont have to leave you're name.
i know there are people out there that really want to fuckin tell me off.
so fuckin do it.
i wont get pissed.
i want you to rip my self esteem.
dont you get it?
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I carved your name on the bullet so people would know you were the last thing going through my head. [Mar. 22nd, 2007|06:03 pm]
[music |Safety Dance.]

I am such a baby.
I miss Gretchin.
She has been gone for what now...
yeah haha 5 hours...
i miss gretchin...

a lot.


shes the kind of girl
that you love to be around all the time.
why?
she is funny as fuck for one.
she holds my hand.
she gives me kisses.
she likes good fuckin music.

theres too much,
and im lazy.
And i miss her.

fuck.
thats all i can think about.
me missing her.
her.
whatev.
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a [Mar. 2nd, 2007|11:49 pm]
People like you.
They make me sick.
Make me want to throw up.

They agitate me to this point in my head.
and it makes it want to kick your fucking teeth
to the back of your head.

i don't want to ever see you.
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(no subject) [Feb. 19th, 2007|10:45 pm]
I love life.
I love Gretchin.
I love that im turning 19.


I was looking at my life.
and i realized how happy i am with everything going on.
as long as i have her.
no matter where i go
or what i do
i'll be happy.
and that is a fantastic feeling.



i have a job and im saving my money to move somewhere.
i'm not really sure where i want to go
or what i want to do,
but i know i will be happy and i will have her.


and that is rare.
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(no subject) [Feb. 16th, 2007|12:16 pm]
How many of you can say
you found the person
you want to spend the rest
of your fucked up,
insignificant life with.
I have and I can.



This is a strange feeling.
But its a great strange feeling.
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(no subject) [Feb. 12th, 2007|12:51 pm]
[Current Location |Home]
[mood | sick]
[music |home improvement]

You are as immature as they come.
i feel bad for you.
you really need to grow up...
and I'm not the only one that thinks that.
I'm more mature than you and I'm 18.
thats sad.
Seriously...
grow the fuck up.
be an adult.
thats what you are.






On another note.
I'm still sick as hell.
i just seem to be getting worse.
which is fantastic!
not.

and on that last note
in 16 days
I'll be 19.
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(no subject) [Feb. 11th, 2007|02:25 pm]
I am so sick.
its funny how
since i have gotten really sick
Potter, Sarah, Jason...
ummm...
yeah that about it.
thats all who came and hung out.
weird how people disappear.
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ladedadedaaa [Feb. 10th, 2007|12:11 am]
i think i want my life back.
and think i wantme back.
i think i want to be 18 and not 30.
i think i deserve to be doing shit that im not.
i believe this is wrong.
i believe this is so wrong.



i believe in a lot of things.


i want to dress differently
i want to see things differently
i want to talk differently
i want to act differently



things i like are stupid.
along with things i :

saythinkdoacton

maybe somethings missing.
maybe somethings changing.


but i dont like where i am in life.
i dont like what im doing
and i think im in for a big change.
a very big change.


or maybe im sick and miserable.


on the other note.
the things i do love about my life.
Gretchin
Dank Cup-cakes
My Residence
My windows.
My fireplace.
My Walls
My non-exsistant window in my room :]
my Car Being super clean. ( cuz i cleaned it)
Incubus.
the fact that i dont have a life.        
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(no subject) [Feb. 5th, 2007|04:06 pm]
huh...
okay...
i get it now...


really.







bye.        
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(no subject) [Feb. 4th, 2007|10:16 am]

Pretend like you give a damn...
For my sake...

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(no subject) [Jan. 30th, 2007|01:29 pm]

Staring at a blank page the words never come when I want them to. I just want to pull my heart out for you to see your name written all over it. You are the one who keeps me going every day. And it hurts for you to think that I don’t care. Life is too short to live through each day with arguments and hate. I wish that we could both be content with what we have. I may not have a lot of money, I may not be the best at communicating, but I am the only one who’s heart you hold. Stop thinking of the past… live each day like it’s your last. I know I screwed up before, and I know I’ve made a million broken promises, but you have to believe me this time. This time things are different. Without you my heart will dangle from a tiny string, my lungs will collapse… please don’t let me drown. I need you… just like you need me. You are my one and only, you are MY little tiger lilly. ;] I love you babe.




love.
lovelovelove.
love.



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(no subject) [Jan. 26th, 2007|04:39 pm]
Your Five Factor Personality Profile

Extroversion:

You have high extroversion.
You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.
You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.
Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!"

Conscientiousness:

You have medium conscientiousness.
You're generally good at balancing work and play.
When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.
But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.

Agreeableness:

You have low agreeableness.
Your self interest comes first, and others come later, if at all.
In general, you feel that people are not to be trusted.
And you're skeptical that anyone else really feels differently.

Neuroticism:

You have medium neuroticism.
You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.
Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.
Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.

Openness to experience:

Your openness to new experiences is high.
In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.
You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.
A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.
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hey world. [Jan. 25th, 2007|03:33 pm]

Yeah, im talking to you.
and im leaving you again.
im going in my hole and staying there.
untill i find someone thats worth being my friend.
and oh yeah, world...
i hope you know
that this is the last time you can turn your back.
im done making the sacrifices.
and im gonna be happy where i stand.

and hey world...
im seriouse.
i've really had enough.
of the backstabbing liars.
and everyone i trust.

and hey world...
i hope you suffer
and i hope that you feel pain.
and i hope that you come running to me,
so i can laugh in your face.
and you can try to explain.

and hey world...
i hope things do go good for you.
but im letting you know here and now...
that you just lost me dude.
and i hope you feel regret and suffer 
as i grow strong and fast.
and i hope you can take it when i say 
that you can kiss my ass

 

 

you let me down. and i dont want to deal with it anymore.

so i wont.

see ya later.

actually no i probably wont.

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(no subject) [Jan. 21st, 2007|05:48 am]
[mood | happy]

You lie awake in your bed room, 
motionless
watching the clock turn from 11:59 to 12:00. 
Thoughts drift in and out of your mind 
as you wait for your consciousness to ease and slow down, 
and for your body to diminish to a numb state.
Thoughts of what was float peacefully towards your psyche. 
You think of your friends, 
the girls.
the parties, 
and the all-nighters. 
Those friday nights you'd all hang out in the same room,
and try to all fit on your bed
and watch those same few movies..
or all those nights you would stay out just driving 
happy just to be around eachother...

A smile finds its way to your mouth. 
Some how during the 24 hours you stayed up with them, 
when your first intention to get together
 was to study for the final tomorrow, 
or something of that sort
it never happened. 
Then you think of the times when you were there for them, 
and they were there for you. 
When your mom got thrown in jail...
they were right there, 
or when one of their parents’ kicked them out, 
you help them move some stuff to your house so they have somewhere to stay. 
No matter what happened, 
you were always there for each other. 

Now recent events come to mind. 
Today was the last day you are ever going to see them again. 
Your almost positive that they’re thinking of you too, 
though you’ve grown further 
and further apart in the past 4 years. 
Different interests separated you 
from the connection you once had, 
and you all found new friends, 
new loves,
new people to hangout with, 
be there for, 
and have fun with. 
new parties,
memories...
Still you can’t help but remember 
those who were there before.
Finally you start thinking 
about the future. 
You know exactly what you want to do 
now that you’re a member of “the real world”, 
and you know exactly how to get there...
and you know exactly who to be with... 
You remember when you and your friends all planned out what college you were all going to go
 to when you grew up,
and what you all were going to be. 
Wow, times have changed. 
Opinions have changed.
You have changed. 
Your head tilts on to your pillow, 
your eyes roll back, 
and you’re about to enter a different place, 
a place where nothing had to change, 
where you could back to your youth, 
and everything would be the same. 
A place where there weren’t any worries 
about rent...
work...
car payments...
or bills...
but instead 
only worries about 
where you were going to be the next day, 
with the people you knew cared






wow...
Yeah...

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and what you want is me. right? [Jan. 19th, 2007|10:14 pm]
[mood |creative]

Cause i'm a bit of a liar, and you're a bit of a lie.
You're peircing things together that you want to disguise...
Now baby i got plans and i got hands and in my mind you're in both of them.
i got plans, i got hands, sugar.


just trust. 
thats what you need.
trust in me.





(everything may suck now...
but i can promise you... 
that i will make them better....
i will give you what you want)
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(no subject) [Jan. 18th, 2007|03:05 pm]

i was going back and reading 
the things you sent me... 
the things you said to me...
and i think you ruined me for two years...
you made me how i am today..
so if you say you hate something about me again..
it's your fault.

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WHAT???!!! [Dec. 30th, 2006|10:33 pm]
 is it so bad that i want you to want to be around me?
is it so bad that i love it when you're around me and dont want you to leave?
I mean honestly...     





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No one understands that they are merely extras in the movie of my life. [Dec. 28th, 2006|12:23 pm]
[Current Location |Couch]
[music |Music from kaity's room...]

I want to...
hold you close....
close enough for my heart beat
to become intertwined with yours...
the candle light
reflected from your eyes
would swallow me like the seas that cover the earth...
a feeling as deep as the deepest recess of the earth...
spiraling down
..ever onward
into an abyss of bliss
I float...
..bobbing upon the thickness of your words
the words that splash me against emotions
I’ve yet to feel....
I’m a child.
i understand this.
i cry tears of happiness
as you kiss my check...
Just Because you kissed my fucking cheek...
i taste the salty sweetness of your tears..
and whisper softly in your ear...
id say all the things
i never could..
nor have to anyone....
your smile that brightens my day like the morning dawn..
your breath is the foggy mist
that clouds my mind
and covers my soul
like a blanket of snow.....
the coldness is melted by the warmth of your presence.
your touch on my face makes me shake and stutter...
I’m lost in you..
and just want you to be lost in me...

you could touch me
and make me alive again
my head sings the song of birds in spring..
calling to love..
singing the sweet sound of our souls twisting together
spinning me..
dizzy in your scent
i hold you and i look into your eyes
holding you..
tightly with a hold i don’t want to break free of
Your voice is music to me...
that makes me soar to new heights....
you give me one swift smile that last a second
but the moment last a thousand lifetimes
placed upon a million eternities......
and in the span between seconds that tick slower than time..
I’m lost in your heart..
totally in love.


I am a selfish mother fucker Right?
i just want your attention.
praise.
love.
infatuation.
Why not?
I am the greatest person you will ever meet.
I am the worst person you will ever meet.
I guess with all great things comes sacrifice?
Right?
I'm a Little attention whore!
But I am your little attention whore.
So fucking give it to me!
I am fantastic.
I am smart.
I am not bad to look at.
I am talented.
I am funny.
I am witty.
Even Charming...
shit.
I will make you safe and wanted.
I will make you feel loved.
I will make you feel Special
i will make you feel something you haven’t ever felt...
If you would fucking let me.

Do i really need to jump around an scream
LOOK AT ME!!! LOOK AT ME!!!!!!!!
Shit just fucking look at me
that one way
with that smile of yours.

So if I’m so great.
why is it so hard to love me?
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(no subject) [Dec. 27th, 2006|03:26 am]
i hate Christmas.
and everything about it.
pretty much.




Fuck.
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huh... how about that? [Dec. 23rd, 2006|10:52 am]
[Current Location |my apartment]
[mood | lethargic]
[music |me chewing?]

its 4:29 in the morning.
my head hurts.
so bad.
I feel pounding behind my eyes...
I feel stabbing in my temples...
and I might start crying because of how bad this hurts...

reading this over and over again for some reason makes me feel pathetic.
I don’t cry when I get hurt.
I hold it in
or laugh.

Kim.
hang out with me more.
stop.. thinking Gretchin hates you.


Emily Krysa..
if I wasn’t already married...
I would probably marry you because I think you're so wonderful.
but you wouldn’t marry me.
cuz I’m a girl.

one day.
ill be dead.
and all the days after that...
ill be dead.
are you seriously still reading this?


I l.ov.e my girlfriend.
she’s leaving in January.
going to where the Steelers live.
at that same time...
ill be leaving to go to court.

none of you know the meanings of what i say.
only i know what I’m really saying...
why do you even read this.
so you can see that someone else could be more miserable than you?

I’m eating medicine.
I’m eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich too...
and i have Hawaiian punch.
reading still?
you have no life.

i need something...
a job?
a life?
an intervention?
What???

why is it so hard for me to make since of anything.
fragments... that’s all ill give you...


WHERE IS MY WIFE!?
Sarah wirzzzzzzzzzzzzzmatsa
where are you.
you make me happy.
please come around.



Gawd damn it why does my head still hurt.

why am i still typing.
thoughts?
maybe.
this is fucking redic.


anyone and everyone named Kaite or KT or Kate or anything in that name region...
can suck a dick.
What the fuck are you going to do about it?
get pissed?
at a computer?
hahahahaha

you know one day zombies will come.
and I’m going to kill them all.
i really am...
i have a plan.
ill kill all of them.
and if i cant...
ill kill as many as i can and then myself.
sweet huh?




god I’m fucking crazy i think.
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(no subject) [Dec. 18th, 2006|11:48 am]
i need to start a band.
i have so much i want to do... with music.
i cant consentrate on anything but it...
and i really just think i need to get something going.

so if you can play anything...
let me know.
honestly. i want to sing and play keys, or guitar.
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huh... [Dec. 14th, 2006|11:05 pm]
i am really sad.
really really sad.
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(no subject) [Nov. 30th, 2006|10:07 pm]
bologna uno
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if only you could understand. [Nov. 29th, 2006|11:42 am]
every time i first see you
all i want to do is kiss you
every time i get to be around you
i honestly cherish
ever fucking milisecond...
I love your smile.
i love your eyes.
i love your voice.
i love everything about you.

yeah everyone has there own problems...
but when im around you...
they never seem to matter as much.
all that matters is you.
and how i want to touch you.
and how i want to hold you.
i just need you.

i really do.

so dont go away.
please...
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FUCK YOUR FRIENDS [Oct. 18th, 2006|10:58 pm]
[mood | determined]
[music |this is how we do it.]

Wise words from an outside point of my life...

MY LIFE.

Ashley-
Dig it deep to your core, deep and deeper still.
Does it feel good to find yourself in there?
Independence from her controling ways?
Starting from zero only to build more.
A thousand hands reaching to you, pulling you back and forth, spinning your thoughts out of control?
"Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose"
but what is freedom anyways?

Bound and broken by your ex-lover, heart torn apart, no where to seek shelter.
Everyone wanting what they can't have.
A trophy, a peice of meat, a prize to be won.
But what happens when your heart comes undone?
Wings begging to soar high above the world but held down by girl after girl.
A rose growing up through the concrete.
Rare and beautiful needing the sun but stepped on by countless feet.
Where is that strange girl that you need?
That will uproot your rose and replant the seed?
Perhaps you will find her, perhaps not but most importantly love what you got.

Serenity Lee Kroledge
-a k a-
Raindeer Love.









MY FRIENDS ARE BETTER THAN YOURS COULD EVER BE.
try to find someone that can understand your entire situation...
put it into words for you...
care enough too...
yeah good luck.
The end.
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(no subject) [Oct. 17th, 2006|09:53 pm]
burn me a cd.
actually...
burn me your favorite cd.
your number one favorite.
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(no subject) [Sep. 14th, 2006|05:34 pm]
I'm sick of being lied too.
I'm sick of people making me feel things.
I'm sick of feeling in general.
i dont want to do it any more.
the fucking end..
I'm sick of falling for your tricks
im sick of fucking dying inside becasue im afraid




im tired and worn down from all of the stupidity going around...
it just like the cold everyone has lately...





Some 'Psychopathic' Traits

Two valued thinking. Black or white.
Lack of recognition of others as full human beings.
Lack of remorse after mistreating other people.
Projection of personal faults onto others, denial.
Impulsive behavior, lack of control.
Failure to learn by experience.
Superficial charm.
Aggression in place of assertion.
Indifference at best for truth telling.
Lack of empathy, putting oneself into another's shoes.

This is not an exhaustive list, because it is
just descriptive of the following, and is not
meant to be applied to anything else.

There are a plethora of such types on television in America.
These are mostly highly paid political or corporate hacks,
who use ad hominem* arguments to try to win points.

The use of the words 'lie' and 'liar' when there is a dispute
in opinion, or to counter the truth, or when there has been
a simple error, or a remark made as an aside, not at all material
to the argument, has been sloppily put, to distract from the power
of the actual argument, is rampant in such 'debates'. Anything goes,
because no successful suit can be brought by public figures who
are paid to do battle with each-other.

The reason why television producers allow this flagrant and harmful
aggression is that it causes in unwary listeners strong emotions, fear,
outrage, and sheer hate. This causes the listener's body to produce
large amounts of adrenaline, causing the viewer to experience a
drug high. People become addicted to it.

Moreover, the 'enemy' is always someone harmless. If the trigger is
international terrorists, we are kept in some tension by government
figures, but not much because they keep pointing out how we haven't
been attacked again. The propagandists do not pick on the terrorists.
Think how often we have been assured that Osama Bin Laden isn't
really important, that we have no need to capture him, when a very
short time ago, he was Public Enemy #1. But it doesn't do the
purveyors of propaganda much good to remind us of the simple truth
that we haven't come close to finding him, much less capturing him.

So the 'enemy' now becomes, for the Republicans, the Democrats. Half
of the population is now not a body of people with a slightly different competing world
view, it has become the terrorists.

And the same thing goes for the commentary on the Democratic side.
We're all in terrible danger because the Republicans, out of graft and
evil intentions, are completely incompetent. So incompetent that they are aiding the terrorists. They are the terrorists.

So now, between the two parties, President Bush is Jesus Christ come back to save us, President Bush is Satan himself, come back to destroy us.

And all people who support the Republican party are angels and they are devils, and the same goes for the Democrats.
What fun! Except that it's done in fear and hatred.

So where has comity, just normal respect by one human being for the
others gone? What happened to politeness? Why do we accuse others
of lying first thing off the shelf? Why are we so isolated and alienated
that we cannot even understand each other when we are speaking the
same language?

We disdain and fear the Madrasses because they teach nothing but hate, and
we know that it works.

What is the difference between being taught hate, along with religion, at a school
for an hour or two a day, and being taught hate all the hours we watch television,
and then interact, aberrantly, with each other all day?



i lost my train of thought.
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