The Catalyst:

What will it take to finally change people?

Will it be when we get rid of false idols?

Will it come with the return of Jesus?

Can it be when we contact an Alien race?

Can it be whenever we are almost decimated by nuclear war?

Could it be genocide?

Could it be a single person?





Whatever comes first

The United States follows old statues fitted unto the country by men fleeting in the times of post-revolt. These man written commandments, so preciously held in the eye of the waivering and exploiting politican and business man, are indespensible to the great United American cause. I still cringe at the site of someone quoting from the Bill of Rights, with all its glorious vernacular. "Every man woman and frog has the right to bear arms!" " The thirteen respectable statehoods are entitles so seperate and charited regulations, above this, while all can not suffer, freedom and choice is bearing in with the right of state authority to conduct searches beyond a affirmative siezured postulant" Yes, says you. Last time I checked this was the 21st century, not
the 1700's.

So why do we follow this dis-coarse in a post-modern world?
I'd point at Democracy, but then that would get me labeled as a Marxist, simply because all these old and dead cannons never degraded as they should have with the times. People don't want to dig into new ways of life, they're all too profit worthy. It's choice, people chose to rather wilt away than commit themselves to a solution. It's a damn parade, the constituation is held so high, that we could call it a myth, it's a celebrated tradition, celebrated by lackeys of an institution needing something to be proud of.

tbc

Trendbots

Socially, over the years, and mainly in your teens, you learn to love what you like simply because it is yours. There are always times in young people's lives when they feel someone else should dig into their interests, when they should know that they themselves can never persuade them to.

This brings up the subject of 'trends' or what I like to call, " culture sub-connected concious tides."
Any breathing, pondering, person has at least once thought of, " Why do I(they) like; this tie, this shirt, this blog?"
The answer's simple my guy, people never think for themselves. Society has structured a perfect bio-pathic matrix of nillconcious minds. Inlie's the natural coarse of popular thought and ideas, the vehicles of a modern and torn sociopolitical tradition .

I keep thinking, " Wait, this music isn't bad, is it really of a bad quality there are many varaiables blah bvlh

Has it really been like this since the begining of civilazation?
Did the Sumerians choose their frocks based off of the way it matches with their fucking ipods? I think not, but of course this isn't a fitting comparison.

Bubble gum shoes

Pop music is music's form of what I call, 'recreational listening.'

The people who listen to the most popular, adrenaline inducing music see it as only that, fun, entertainment. Yes, music is meant to be entertaining, but others take it farther. So there really is nothing wrong with liking basically pre-manufactured music, designed to carry an image, take your money, prescribe false idols, but it is wrong of course. Was music really meant to come about the industrial ages in this way? Not only music is a victim of overemphasis through pop culture. Every solule of civilized life is meant to sell in anyway possible. I take bad music as a victim of capitalism.

There's also those people who, no matter what the person's about, how they carry themselves, what the meaning is, know what good music is. The artists who depict their souls with beautiful harmonies and melodies are the ones truely creating music. The groups of people, who manage together to feed off of eachother's ideas and actually pursue descrepancies and new soundscapes are the ones that truely affect music. Music is an intangible organism fluxed by growth, and the neccesity to progress

Rough craft

Grew up in my mom, took first light in Bellflower, bumped into things at Long Beach, CA; tried to change here: Las Vegas NV.

I guess I can say that Las Vegas is my home town, since I've been here past '93, well more than half of my life. The people here are home, the freeway design, the night sky, our secret bases... all of them, casas.

I live the life of a procrastinator that loves to seem interesting. I live the life of an artist too afriad to art 2. I live in a life I love because of the people around me.

I don't think anyone fully understands why I do things sometimes, I sometimes just go on impulse. One minute I can be up for anything... but if it was another minute I could be totally against it. I hope, and somehow know, that my best friends understand this, they're so damn good.

My family's taught me a lot about reserving thoughts, keeping goals simplified, and knowing when enough's enough. I'd thank my mom for teaching me to be more upstanding; my dad, for trying his best to make me a good man; my brother, for always secretly thinking I was the coolest person in the world; my baby brother, for reminding me never to grow up too fast and giving me the chance to take care of him like I was his father.

What can I say about all my brothers and sisters in the world? I don't think it's possible for me to show appreciation enough in this little blurb of mine, but maybe that's saying enough. I'm a humanitarian above all else, even though this feeling is sparringly regarded within me. I don't care about the Earth, when we break it, it won't be because we destroyed it, yet because we could not find a way off of it. Yeah, it's pretty.