i was laying in the tub and decided what i'm doing when i turn 18. first of all the summer after i graduate i'm not living with my parents. i'm going to save up some cash until then so i can rent a place for me and whoever wants to get the fuck away from the dismal grasp of adults. then after those fun months i'll be attending a school in los angeles. double majoring in french and political science. maybe dip into a little peace studies, international relations and affairs, art history? i'll have little small jobs here and there, but i'll dedicate majority of my time DJ-ING.
el oh el, yes dj-ing. underground scene, fidget house meets breeeeeeakbeat meets progressive electronic... mmm extrasensory!
after my undergrad, i plan on continuing school. following my studies with international relations and poli sci.
job? eh, i want to be a teacher, a first grade teacher! haaaaah so capricious, yeah? well you see, i think there is nothing better to dedicate my time to then teaching children. everything else wastes time. i know for me, although i was very young, my character was made official at age six.
free lance. i want to be educated, but i don't think our society deserves my help. AWARE OF WHAT IS GOING ON. i want to be aware. i want the world to be aware, so then they can't use the 'i didn't know' excuse. we all know. just lazy. so so lazy. WE have been admittedly lied to! no one is angry. everyone is too apathetic to be angry. where is the angst of our youth?! "if society wants me to be an outlaw, then i'll be an outlaw and a damned good one." it's sad. our friends are going over there. but it ain't us, is it? we're trying to find the most idiosyncratic music, choice clothing, I'M SO CREATIVE. my dad's a drunk, my mom is never home, i wish they were divorced, my niece has cancer, i talk, i use anything i can get my hands on, i'm desperate at times, i have no idea who i am in any aspect. that's me. i know that their are plenty of teenagers just like me. i'm not original however i am open. YOU are not original either, i'm sorry. obsessed with sarcasm. obsessed with feeling good. obsessed with attention. we're all the same, so let's stop pretending we're not. you may be better at it, than i, than him, than them. i'm so tired, i'm sure you are too.
all that matters is life. your life, my life, everyones' life. everything else is a distraction. they may be fun, but they aren't life. i forgot.
cuuuuuz i live in my distractions.
nesting there until i find something inspired to latch onto.
COME FORTH AND ADMIT
too frantic for right now. so about ANXIETY DISORDER. lol, it's kooooool i'm going to live forever, even with my heart racing, RapidEyeMovement. SoCal Punk? but i love it. when i was there in that bedroom, i just wanted to leap out of my body and hug myself. i felt so much love, or was it pity? only lasted, at most, an hour. wait i could go into cardiac arrest? that's funny! why didn't ya tell me before!
i like when i can watch you, movement blinking in my eyes, makes me hysterical cause your magnificent rhythm can't get any louder. my little chandelier. EXPLODE
i get lit up until i can make a change. curious. i wish i wasn't so goddamn curious. i shouldn't care, it's not bad, i just want a little taste of everything, everyone. "my gums feel funny" it's okay though. i never want to go separate ways! man this is exceptional, agreed? there's nothing wrong here, as looong as you rub my back. some homosexual tendencies are so fun. I AM SO TYPICALLY AVERAGE, it's cool cool cool cool cool c oooool though. we're actually poor, mom's so good at hiding it though. i'm walking twenty feet tall, jel?! i definitely cannot do that free love business. i just get into these ontological business chats with all my lovers(?) i mean friends. ever since that pretty capsule, i've awaken from a permanent fog disguised as a dream, it's very vulgar, makes us all conformists. once you WAKE UP, life is profoundly exhilarated. realization of the minds' infinity is preposterously divine! my conscience had a
revolution.
"Are You Experienced?" mass media fucks with everything good that's new and unconventional.
isn't paranoia a person recognizing life itself is one big conspiracy? that you aren't fitting into the establishment, therefore you should be worried. it's nice spontaneously groovin'. pupils big because it's SO dark, right. being labeled as a "hippie" could possibly be the biggest insult one could ever recite. sooooorry, but it completely contradicts ones feel. attempt to move forward, yet being branded as a product of a 60's subculture. ooooouch
uhm, four times.
never seen anything like you before, honest
maybe it's cause i don't go to festivals anymore or eat chocolate
you is da apple of my eye! essentially, implicitly, furtherly, miiiiiiiiiine.
we're too young, that's our excuse, what's yours? are you fucking high
