no pic today

busy with school shizz

more police corruption

i don't think the police have been militarized enough yet. i won't feel safe until everyone gets physically punished by multiple police officers (who work for the government and not the people btw) whenever they..ask...a...question? see yet another video here
of course he is going to resist, they were violating him and his rights. six officers kneeling on the guy wasn't enough to contain him though...he had SUPERPOWERS, FUCKING RUN.

the thing that bothered me most about this though were the comments on the page, especially those made by "former law officers" and the like.

"I say Taser him again for the heck of it."

"Do what the police ask and you won't get tased. What a crybaby!"

"The officers should get an award for not losing their tempers. I think they handled it great."

"It was a last resort used by the officers and in my mind, absolutely justified."

"The guy got tased so what, maybe next time a police officer tells him to do something, maybe he will comply or maybe he will get tased again."

and my favorite, by a twat who calls herself christy, "Even though they had him on the ground, he still was not cooperating. He deserved to be tasered. If cameras and people weren't around, he probably would have gotten an ass whoopin'!!!!!!!"


Basically, America is fucking doomed not because of the corrupt government, or those bastards we call the police. we are doomed because AMERICA IS MADE UP OF STUPID FUCKS, and as long as they aren't the ones being tased...well..they think it's still their country.

sick to my stomach now.

butwhenatlastyourbeautysfadedyoullbegladthatihavewaitedforyou

• i'll be that girl and you would be right over

• if i were a field, you would be in clover

• if i were the sun, you would be in shadow

• if i had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow...

so many things to think about today, but i'll wait until i've had some sleep to get there. time for psych class...

...it's time to kick off your shoes
learn how to choose sadness
we've got plenty of time to grow old and die:

fierce adulterer

crushed, nature moans, enlightened
















_________________________________look, she's posing.

i told you they're everywhere

we do the dance up on the plains then i shake your shoulders you push me down into the grains who rubs our noses in the night? we do we do

here i am

plain text = mind
italics = muse
bold = soul
* = teleportation... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

back in the day i used to write a lot. in journals specifically.
and i feel i should start again.
not to document though...*
i'm fine with memories being memories - i don't need every detail -
there is excellence in organization, but only outside of my head
_________________________________________ [ in here there is beauty in emotion ]
my heart lives in my brain
my brain lives in my feet
my stomach lives in my mouth
and my mouth currently resides in my hands
[ hands and feet can multi-task and therefore do not need a home away from home ]

*...just to calm down my head. it's been too long since i saw my thoughts as letters.* __words are letters that are
____________________________________________________________________sounds on your tongue and in
on the floating,shapeless oceans______and you sang, "sail to me, sail to me;; _your vocal folds decided by need
i did all my best to smile _________________let me enfold you." ________________________not your ancestors
til your singing eyes and fingers__here i am. here i am, waiting to hold you __not your gods - only this nightmare:
drew my loving to your eyes ____did i dream you dreamed about me? ___________ teeth raining and shattering

*i think too much and it is becoming a bother. not in a social or mental disorder sense...i have that under control...but there is a lot in me that i don't know how to use or vent. i don't have answers because half the time i don't have questions. trying to turn blank epiphanies into concrete knowledge my youthful solution has been to turn off my thoughts. think of it as "if you're thinkin crazy it's time to get hazy" catch my drift? [HINT: what makes you hazy makes you lazy] but they never turn off. they just get shoved deeper inside me. split between mind spirit and body.
i've recently come to terms with how important it is to have a sense of self*
broken all on your rocks__________________________________________________not a "why do i exist?"
for you sang, "touch me not. ___________________________________________but a "what/who do i exist as"
touch me not, come back tomorrow." _______________________________and maybe "why do i exist as such?
oh my heart. oh my heart shines through the sorrow __________________________...never "why do i exist?"
*and the freedom of self expression. so maybe babbling here from time to time will stop my head from spinning
or at least help me keep it from falling off.______________________i'm as puzzled as a newborn child
_______________________________________________i'm as riddled as the tide
_____________________________hear me sing, "swim to me, swim to me;
_________________________________let me enfold you."
______________here i am. here i am, waiting to hold you.


i look forward to the days when the sun rises in the west and sets in the east.