hmmm

hell is empty; and all the devils are here

aimez le monde comme il est et le monde vous aime

paix avec l'individu, paix avec le monde

paix avec l'individu, paix avec le monde

je m'ennuie avec me, par conséquent le monde ennuyeux

pourquoi?

Excerpt from - It's all in Your Head:

1/2/05 The Earth wasn't meant for people to live on it [at least the way we are living on it]. Well, I guess it just didn't expect us to ruin in so much and so quickly. It's taking it's rath out on so many people...When are we ever going to realize that we're her for the planet, not the other way around? Just look at the streets and sidewalks. Endless cracks and crevaces erode the cement. If we were meant to pollute the air, wouldn't it be cleaner? Wouldn't that mean the air wouldn't be polluted? Jeesh, people are so greedy. All they want is profit. [The US is run by corporations, not our government as so many think]. Money is so pointless! Yet, it's almost like a drug. "...only when the last tree is cut down will we realize that we cannot eat money"...I don't remember who said that but it's a good quote.

1/9/05 Have you ever felt your heart after orgasming? [I'm serious, you need to...it's a different kind of experience...and a beautiful one. ;)]

12/28/04 Money is a fabrication of what like is supposed to be.

12/16/04

Give me someone real; I'll give you fake
Give me someone amazing; I'll give you great?
I have no body; Give me yours
I am just a floating blob; Of infinately nothing
I want to be somebody; Sombody prove I'm here
I don't care what you say; I'm nothing and that's all that is not there
I'm frustated, going no where; The heart beats somewhere
How can I explain?
It's hopeless so give me despair; At least that's something to hope for

All I want is to be able to speak; To speak my fucking mind
If I saw what was coming; would the earth fall from the sky?
Or would I just sit back; and wait for it to tumble down
On top of everything?
But it already happened; I'm left here all along
If you could only give me one thing; that would be hope
But maybe I already have that; because I'm still sitting here
So sit back and relax; and don't listen to what you hear

I'm frustrated, half hated; but my lonsome self
I'm nervous and skermish; and want to fuck a shelf
I see the world through broken tears; and all I do is sit and pout
If only I had hope I could get myself out
It's everything and it's nothing; it's the world and the universe
It's flowetry that never stops; It's the growth of the grass
It never makes sense until you die; cause why would you want to live then?
To breath, to see, to taste, to hear; but most of all to feel

I see the world through broken tears; but all I do is sit and pout
If only someone would give me hope, I'd probably, just probably get myself out

It's music it's magic, it's wonderful news
that the world seems to hate that the world songs the blues

The brain only listens to what it's willing to hear
And that's bullshit and bullcrap or whatever you want

{the ending is weak, but whatever, it's just what came out at that moment; and then it just...stopped.}