i never made a scene, i didn't have to, i ididn't have to

i could really care less. honestly. about anything besides myself. that is a hard thing to make appear before one's own eyes on an artificial screen. through the last year or so i have fluctuated between a sense of utter contempt paired with desperation or a euphoric sense of happiness. through the last week or so i have realized that the times i grow discontent are the times i choose to view life as a single solitary journey, where everything in one's life grows according to a system of martyrdom and struggle. this american epidemic consists solely of the perpetuated myth that unless we end up slightly better off than our parents, we have accomplished nothing. hawthorne said brilliantly "families are always rising or falling in america," which may be the truth, but i would like to take a seperate stance. i think families are always evolving in america. growing from different aspect, more like a hindi system alloted over a genetic structure of generations. each generation the children are stimulated to rebel against their vision of god, which is mainly embodied by the very people that brought them into the world. throughout the course of time family lines expand to different areas of knowledge, eventually reaching a point of enlightenment. i think i have reached that point. listen intently, because i have figured life out, at least for me. forget all of the moral principles we grew up with. life shouldn't be planned out years in advance, there is obvious preperation required throughout obviously, however the more open the slate is, the more room there is for mental stimulation and therefor evolution. the most miserable times in life for me personally are when i feel cornered, tied down, i like the freedom of an animal released from captivity. i need the openness. i don't need you.




listening to -
the union - taking back sunday (where you want to be)
new american classic - taking back sunday (where you want to be)
i am fred astaire - taking back sunday (where you want to be)
one-eighty by summer - taking back sunday (where you want to be)
no. 5 with a bullet - taking back sunday (where you want to be)
war all the time - thursday (war all the time)