Mullets

       

THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO EVERYONE WHO HAS A MULLET.

 #godbless #rarespecies #dontcutit #weird ##

Orders

                                                                               


                                       




                                                   


                                        








I'm giving you an order to rock out like you just got front row tickets to see Michael Jackson. Like Michael Jackson is still alive. Like he called you up and asked you to be a part of his big movie production. I'm giving you an order to rock out like its your birthday and you have all the money in the world to do whatever you want. Like your holding a fire hose and they are letting you spray whoever you want. Like you're an amazing artist and you just painted your bedroom ceiling like the Sistine Chapel. (pass me more aqua)

I'm giving you an order to rock out like you just finished the seventh Harry Potter book. Like Every girl is chasing you. Like all your friends want to be you. Rock out like you just drank your 10th beer and you're still going. Like you know you're not going to be driving home tonight. Rock out like Stevie Nicks drinking heroine from a fire hose. Rock out like you just came up with a million dollar idea, and they are paying you for it tomorrow. Rock out like its christmas. Like every time you open the fridge whatever you were craving so much is right there staring back at you. Rock out like you're in a band and you guys like to rock out!

Overdue and Overloaded

I'll tell you sinners never sleep, but you WON'T believe me.

I'll twist the world around until you see it from MY eyes.

I'll slip your feet into my sneakers and MAKE you wear them.

But I know you.. and you won't listen to anything I say.

I wouldn't want to overdue it, but you my sir are a grade 'A' asshole. 

Fire

 Stumbling down the stairs, smoke infested lungs and blood shot eyes. You’d a thought I was drunk. Pondering whether I’d walk away alive from this or not.

 I fell.

The three stairs to the concrete floor felt like ten. I looked over to see Indie lying in an unconscious state. A large burning beam laid over his back. Was it worth risking my life to go over there and grab him? What if he was dead.. The door was right there, if I didn't run to it right now the fire would take over the whole room.

I hurled the beam off his back. I slapped his face to which he replied with a quick gasp of life. Relief rushed through me. I pulled his arm around my neck and lifted him up. I looked through the dense smoke towards the door. The pathway was overpowered by fire.

We turned and hurriedly limped towards the kitchen. Dizzy and unable to see very far in front of me I walked down the hall blind. Indie was in and out of it.

“Help” he kept whispering.

The kitchen was just as bad. But there was a clearing by the window above the sink. I set Indie down, leaning him up against what was remaining of the nearby wall. I picked a brick up from within the rubble and launched it at the glass window.

Shattered. I picked Indie up and we hurried towards the window.

intuition

Turn the TV off and put the beer down. Please.

Listen as my vocal cords move, as my mind forms intuitive thoughts, and as I sway your opinions my way.

You're a red head? I hate you.. 

You like being popular? You disgust me.. 

Drugs are cool? I guess my friends are cool..

You drive a nice car? You're obviously better than everyone else..

Never had a job? Your life must be hard..

Your curfews 11? Grow up..

You're a virgin? Rare species.. 

They are talking shit on you agian? Why does it matter..

Parents are fighting again? Whose aren't..

Your siblings are annoying? At least you have some..

This generation... Complete bullshit.. 

                                 

This guy.

Get Weird

                                                         

                                                 

                                                      

Don't judge me just because you sin differently.

 Just stop, stop and listen to the beat of your heart. How long will that last? 2 more years? 80 more? If you're not sure and I'm positive you are not.. Then why worry about anything, anything at all? Why not just do what you want while you are in good health and you can?

Isn't it all about doing what makes you happy?

Just being happy..

What makes you happy?

Food. Food makes me happy. This one girl, makes me happy. Reading and sports make me happy.

I enjoy the feeling of having money.. I rarely have any but when I do I love to flaunt it. I've got a sweet tooth for ice cream. Vanilla, and cookie dough to be exact..

Things to do before I die

• Sky dive (i am deathly afraid of heights)
• have a garage of nice cars!
•  marry that beautiful women
• get through college
• make bank
• raise a family
• end world hunger...?
• venture to foreign countries to see what the world is really about
• read every book in the world
• taste the rainbow
• try every flavor of ice cream
• stay sane my whole life
• excel at something
• wake up early enough to watch the sun rise 

(not in any particular order)

rules are dumb why live by anyone else's but my own?

#justliveyourlife     #getweird

Are You Thinking About Me?

Do you think about me when you lay awake at night..? 

Do I consume the majority of your thoughts like you do mine? 

Does the thought of my smile excite you? 

Do my hugs make your heart beat faster?

Do my kisses give you butterflies?

I'm thinking about you like dry skin thinks about lotion

Like an evil wizard thinks about a new potion

Like every damn girl thinks about Frank Ocean

I'm thinking about you like certain ideas and how they never fade

Like children and how they never learn to behave

Or that awkward fright when you step on stage

I'm thinking about you like the pioneers think about their treks

 Like Einstein thinking about a math problem being so complex

Like newly weds are thinking about sex 

I'm thinking about you like Wilfred thinks about pot

Like every kid thinks about that first flu shot

So what I'm trying to say is I'm thinking about you.. A lot

I just hope you're thinking about me..

No Reason

 I am writing this post for no apparent reason, other than the fact that I have to. I have turned caps lock off.. We'll see how it goes.

I fear being neglected by my peers. Honestly it's insulting.

"The future is born put the past in a casket."

 I'm considering the future as an opportunity to redesign and sculpt life itself in ways only the future holds. Inspired by the thoughts of our creators, and touched by the hands of mother nature, I am miraculously here.. In flesh, it's me, a blessing really.

"Whatever God you believe in we come from the same one"

                              

JOHN LENNON TRIBUTE

IS IT POSSIBLE TO FEAR, FEAR..? IF SO, I DO..

I TELL MYSELF I FEAR NOTHING.

ITS A LIE..

IS IT POSSIBLE TO FEAR, FEAR..? IF SO, I DO..

I BELIEVE FEAR HAS THE POTENTIAL TO TAKE OVER OUR LIVES.. WE SHOULDN'T LET THAT HAPPEN..

BUT IT'S GOING TO ANYWAYS..

 WE CAN'T STOP THE INEVITABLE..

OR CAN WE..?

I HATE PEOPLE. I HATE YOU ALL, I HOPE YOU ALL FEAR ME. I HOPE YOU ALL HATE ME.

HATE IS A STRONG STRONG WORD..

I FEAR ESTHER GREENWOOD.. I'M AFRAID TO BE NEAR TRAIN TRACKS.. I'M TERRIFIED OF THE THOUGHT OF DEATH, AND ALL DEATH  CONSUMES. I'M AFRAID OF GROWING OLD, I JUST WON'T LET IT HAPPEN.

WHY DO HEIGHTS CONCERN ME AND GIRLS MAKE ME SWEATY? I'M AFRAID THE SUN WON'T RISE TOMORROW.. NOR MY PARENTS..

I'M SCARED I'LL DIE YOUNG..

I'M AFRAID OF THE SIGHT OF BLOOD AND THE THOUGHT OF ACCIDENTALLY RUNNING SOMEONE OVER..

WITH MY CAR..

AND THEY DIE..

AND I KNEW THEM..

I FEAR ONE DAY I'LL WAKE UP WITH AN UNCONTROLLABLE CASE OF ACNE..

I'M AFRAID OF DROWNING..

I'M AFRAID YOU'LL GET MAD WHEN I PUBLISH THIS, BECAUSE IT'S IN ALL CAPS..

YOU SAID YOU DON'T LIKE THAT..

I DON'T CARE.

BUT MY POINT HERE IS WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO IT.. IS IT POSSIBLE TO FEAR, FEAR..? IF SO, I DO..

THIS IS THE PLACE I CALL HOME

              A BROKEN MELODIOUS TUNE. ONE THATS HEARD FROM ONLY YOU, WHEN SITTING IN THAT EMPTY ROOM. HANDS STRETCHED FORTH IN ATTEMPT TO FORCE OUT A BEAUTIFUL SOUND,, BUT ALL YOU HEAR IS SILENCE..
             
             PEACEFUL SUNDAYS WHEN ALL YOU DO IS LISTEN TO PRUDENT MUSIC.. SOFT SYLLABLES ESCAPING YOUR TONGUE. WE THINK YOU'RE SINGING ALONG. I MUSTER UP THE COURAGE TO ASK IF YOU'RE FEELING BETTER. BUT WHATS THE USE WHEN I KNOW THE ANSWER IS, "IM STILL FEELING UNDER THE WEATHER."

           YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING CARE OF US.. OR IS THAT MY JOB?

"WHERE'S DAD" ASKS THE 7 YEAR OLD.

SILENCE

NO ONE WANTS TO ANSWER THAT QUESTION.. I PICK HIM UP AND WALK HIM BACK INTO MY ROOM. SIT BACK DOWN ON MY BED AND PICK UP THAT MAKESHIFT GUITAR I HAVE..

AGAIN, NOTHING..

            BY NOW ITS NOT A SHOCK I CAN'T PLAY. MORE SIBLINGS ENTER

"WE'RE HUNGRY."

THE KITCHEN IS FULL OF SURPRISES.. HA ACTUALLY ITS NOT.. WE HAVE ARE SELVES SOME SPOILED MILK TWO SLICES OF BREAD AND A CAN OF PEACHES.

AWESOME.

RELENTLESS TO FILL THEIR EAGER STOMACHS  I GIVE UP MY SHARE. THATS NORMAL BY NOW SO I DON'T MIND IT. THE URGE TO SATISFY MY HUNGER USUALLY DIMINISHES BY EIGHT OR NINE.

WE GO TO BED EARLY BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING BETTER TO DO. SO I LAY AWAKE IN BED AND LISTEN AS THE HOUSE SPEAKS TO ME. CREAKY FLOOR BOARDS, SQUEAKY DOOR HINGES, WIND RUSHING THROUGH HOLES IN THE WINDOWS, AND THE HIGH PITCH SHRILL FROM THE FLICKER OF WHAT SEEMS TO BE EVERY LIGHT..

THIS IS THE PLACE I CALL HOME..

 

MY BAGS ARE PACKED NOW, SEATTLE TACKED TOWN, AIRPORT HERE THE PLANES IN THE BACKGROUND. I WAS THE PRESIDENT WILSON WAS THE CLASS CLOWN AND WHEN WE MET EACH OTHER NEITHER OF US BACKED DOWN.

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THOSE EYES

                 LOVE IS WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE..  


                    SHES GOT THOSE EYES. THE ONES THAT SHIMMER LIKE AN EMERALD SEA AT SUNRISE, THOSE EYES THAT MAKE ME FORGET ALL MY TROUBLES AND GET LOST IN THE BEAUTY OF HER SOUL. EYES THAT BRING OUT THE BEST IN PEOPLE BECAUSE THEY KNOW THOSE EYES ARE WATCHING. I COULD STARE AT THEM FOR HOURS AND NEVER GET MY FILL, ALWAYS DISCOVERING NEW THINGS THAT MAKE ME ENCASED IN THOSE EYES FOR AN ETERNITY AT A TIME. THOSE EYES THAT STOLE MY HEART WITH JUST ONE GLANCE AND MADE ME SAIL AWAY ON THAT EMERALD SEA NEVER CARING FOR EARTHLY THINGS FOR AS LONG AS I HAD THOSE EYES, I KNEW THAT I COULD SEE. 

LIBERATION

IM STRUGGLING WITH ALL THIS FREEDOM. ANYTHING I WOULD LIKE!? THATS NOT HOW SCHOOL WORKS.. IS IT.? I LIKE HOW THIS CLASS WORKS, AND I RESPECT MR NELSON AND HIS WITTY HUMOR.  RELAXED AND READY FOR ANYTHING, THATS HOW EVERY TEACHER SHOULD BE! LETS BE REAL HERE.

I HAVE A POEM FOR YOU.

Liberated, I'm free from you
Liberated, bondage is through
Liberated, I'll speak my view
Liberated, life to pursue

Oh come and hear the news
I am now free to choose
There is no more abuse
Gone are the loathsome blues

Because I'm
Liberated, I'm free from you
Liberated, bondage is through
Liberated, I'll speak my view
Liberated, life to pursue

An end to oppression
Freedom of expression
There'll be no concession
Gone is the depression

Because I'm
Liberated, I'm free of you
Liberated, bondage is through
Liberated, I'll speak my view
Liberated, life to pursue
                   
                         -Udiah


SETTING YOURSELF FREE FROM TODAYS SOCIAL RESTRAINTS. 

-JUST A THOUGHT-

...IM JUST GOING TO LET ME THOUGHTS BLEED OUT AND SEE WHERE IT GOES...

BLOCK YOUR HEAD,,

 FORGET WHAT YOU READ,,

 IMMA DO ME,,

YOU DO YOU INSTEAD..

LEAVE MY IDEAS ALONE,,

AND OPEN UP YOUR CREATIVE MIND,,

DIG DOWN DEEP AND JUST LET OUT WHAT YOU FIND..

WHY IS IT SO HARD TO BE YOURSELF,,?

BECAUSE ITS EASIER TO BE SOMEBODY ELSE..?

MIGHT AS WELL RERACK YOU LIKE A BOOK,, 

AND THROW YOU  BACK ON THE SHELF..

IF LIVING LIFE THE WAY PEOPLE DO NOW MAKES YOU HUMAN..

THAN MAYBE ID JUST RATHER BE A ROBOT...

ITS JUST A THOUGHT..

WELL THIS ABOUT SUMS ME UP IN SEVEN WORDS...

INTRODUCTIONS?

                                                         

                                                               

  WHY SIT DOWN WHEN YOU CAN STAND TALL?

                INTRODUCTIONS.. WHY INTRODUCE MYSELF WHEN YOU ARE JUST GOING TO JUDGE ME ANYWAY? WHY IS IT THAT EVERYONE THINKS THEY'RE GOING NOWHERE IN LIFE? WHY DO WE FALL SUBJECT TO OUR PEERS? WHY DO WE GIVE IN TO OUR CORRUPTED GOVERNMENT? WHY DO WE STRUGGLE SO HARD FOR PERFECTION? WHAT IS PERFECTION? I FEEL LIKE OUR  PERSPECTIVE ON LIFE HAS BEEN DISTORTED AND RUINED BY OUR MODERN DAY REALITY. DO YOU NOT SEE IT? 

I DO..

 DID YOU NOTICE HOW EVERYTHING UP THERE CONSISTS OF YOU AND I, US..? PRETTY INTERESTING HOW ITS NOT JUST ONE PERSONS FAULT. (OK MAYBE ITS OBAMAS'..)

TO BE HONEST I CAN'T ANSWER ANY OF THOSE QUESTIONS. BUT I CAN TELL YOU THAT I DON'T CARE. WHY SHOULD I WASTE MY TIME WORRYING ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK OF ME? WHY STRUGGLE FOR PERFECTION WHEN I CAN JUST BE ME?