Forge your own path, against the grain, be what you want to be. Fuck social acceptance, fuck the standards. Find what makes you happy and go. Find who makes you happy and keep them near. Be a rebel but with a purpose. Do things for a reason, your reason. Destroy. Love. Live. Prosper. Enjoy. Do what you can, how you can, when you can. Make that your standard. Go by this. Live by this. Make yourself HAPPY. Concern yourself not with the problems of life, but conern yourself with what makes you happy. Shut out the bad but be aware of it. Ignorance to it will eventually destroy you. Remember this, live by this, go by this. All of this.

I wrote this last night

We Are All God's Puppets

In this huge, predetermined world we are all a part of God's great puppet show. We do as he wants, we do as we're told. But for what reason? Is it for his sick viewing pleasure? Is it all just some filler until the next big group of species gets their turn on Earth? Who knows?

-Heres What I Think-

Despite our predetermined destinys, we have control over how we view things, and what we get out of our lives. The people we meet and the things we do are all controlled but we as our individual selves handle those opportunities on our own premises. Make as good or bad of a situation as you want, make a relationship last or destroy it, its mostly up to us. God may intervene once in a while and step in to make sure we do the right or wrong thing (to fit his plan) but its mostly up to us.

Get the most of this life. You live once with no reincarnation bullshit. Actually, I'm not sure of that, but live life with that thought in mind. Find what makes you happy, who makes you happy, and stick to them. And, learn as much as you can. Why are you here? Whats the reasoning for this? Think things through and find the purpose in it all, because, things all happen for a reason and somehow everything will work itself out.

Dead Boy

A single look into those pained, blue eyes will suck the life right out of you. They never used to be like that. On the nicest, sunniest of days ominous rolling clouds trail behind in the wake of his sorrow. Can you touch it? Can you feel it? Do you realize how tangible it is? Reach out, grab it, and strangle him with it. Strangle him with the fucking pain that surrounds his life. Day in and day out, slowly destroying him.
Those pained blue eyes no longer do a good job of hiding how tired he is. Mentally, physically exhausted. I bet you wish he were dead. He can bring you down with one twirl spinning the death around you that he drags behind him. I bet you wish he were dead. I bet you wish he was fucking dead.
The cheerfull child inside him is dead and hung from everything he was. You destroyed him and he will destroy you. Everything around the dead boy will be swallowed by his darkness. Look into his eyes and feel his misery. Can you touch it? Can you feel it? Can you see it?
The dead boy was sent to Earth to test people, to test everything. He will destroy. You. Friends. Love. Lives. Every material object imagineable. And when there is nothing left to destroy, he will destroy himself. This is all the dead boy can do. Is there hope? Can someone save these battered, shredded remnants of a boy?
I dare you. I fucking dare you. Try to get near him, try to revamp him, bring him back from the DEAD. For if you do, there will be great reward. Bring life to him and bring life to that child inside. And that child inside holds the key to carefree happiness. But I warn you, it will take a great person to go near this dead boy. Is it you?

Yeah...

Well, this is my stupid ass blog thing thats better than live journal. No one will read this, but I'm going to post in here whenever inspiration occurs. But not tonight because its late and I'm tired.