don’t enjoy people making fun of Keanu Reeves. Especially that fucker tumblrisforlulz
If I was in his position, I wouldn’t like people making fun of me being so depressed.
You don’t know what he’s been through.
Get that shit off my dash. Its not funny.
I think it’s hilarious
Gaia Bleeds (Make Way For Man) - Set Your Goals
Stand down
Manifesting a destiny
of unavoidable doom
Black wolves are gnashing at our heels
Fangs of accountability
all unforeseen or intentionally neglected?
The degradation of a home:
Humanity sits on its throne.
Cover your eyes and ears and know we can’t escape the consequence.
And now the rising of septic tides as refuse litters the Pacific Gyre.
We continue to drown the ocean in its own waters.
Stand down.
Time’s out now.
Kill like we know how. Killing like we’re allowed.
The degradation of a home:
Humanity is so lost.
Cover your eyes and ears and know (without remorse)
we can’t escape the consequence.
And everything’s ending.
Make way.
A failed culture makes its mark
existing only to destroy what came first.
With no regard for creation,
men play God,
drop unstoppable bombs.
All institutions are wrong, but none of them will ever stop.
Make way for man.
Bombs away,
No escape.
Now turn the other cheek and pretend.
Full speed to hatred forcing life against its will.
Full speed ‘til we’re dead.
We can’t escape the consequence.
No escape.
http://tubbypaws.blogspot.com/2009/08/meow-again-its-time-for-papercraft.html
Sadly two things have been making me quite depressed lately
My desire for dependents / longing for some loving and also I feel really ugly.
With friends that are all so good looking (all the time) I hate myself. I know it’s a shallow thing to think and that our culture has an ideal based on inner beauty, but if there’s anything life has taught me is that ideals are goals/guidelines. Goals aren’t always reached or guidelines practiced. My “inner beauty” is not good enough to cancel out the “outer ugly.” I may be a little hard on myself, but in comparison to my friends, I have plenty of reason to hate the way I am.
and
My desire for dependents / longing for some loving is based on the fact that I want someone to need me as I need others. I’m not truly essential in anyones life. I need someone to be dependent on me. I want to be someones best friend, that they can tell anything to and I can tell anything to them. In all honesty I don’t believe I’m anyone’s best friend in that sense.
These are the things keeping me from being a chipper person, with some happy things to say, and of course to have happiness reflected in my music I have to have it to reflect, or else it’s just a distorted view of sadness.
Goddamnit I’m depressing
oh and on top of this my parents came home and within two days of being here all they’ve done is complained about me or have been annoyed at me. I tried to make them happy with a cleaner house than they had before they left and a pleasant place to come home to, but no lets focus on how much you suck, and lets focus on it while we’re showing people pictures of our trip so they can also hear about how we think you suck. cool thanks. welcome home
EDIT: Nima sent me this message seconds before I posted this
Dear Mathew,
Thank you forrrrrrrrr EVERYTHING you do, and for being so supportive of me since day one and being awesome. Thanks for being my bestttt friend and taking awesome pictures at my graduation and videos. I don’t know how I would have done it without youuuuuu. thankss matttttttt
creepy timing but it helps with half of my depressed-ness
Singing love songs without designation
Makes for a simple but sad situation
and builds up quite a bit frustration
my heart just needs some stimulation
that is all
Oh summer life, oh summer life,
crawling with these worms, you’re afraid of all their germs.
oh bask in life, oh bask in life,
the weather gonna swallow you into the great divide,
oh enjoy life, oh enjoy life,
climbing up those trees and breaking all your knees.
Watch angels in the morning become a devil’s afternoon. I will panic in the evening underneath the crashing moon. So fall in love while you can still hold your head up high, and pretend that you’re alive again. It’s friends that leave you here in the end, so hold you head up high, and pretend that you’re
alive again.
Now autumn brings the beautiful things, where all you give comes back to you like the crown upon my king. Your life’s a song, so sing along before the silence swallows you and leaves you like a pawn, watch angels in the morning become a devil’s afternoon, I will panic in the evening underneath the crashing moon. So fall in love while you can still hold your head up high, and pretend that you’re alive again.
It’s friends that leave you here in the end, so hold your head up high and pretend that you’re alive.
Your friends, now ghosts, are screaming “Bury us,” they said, while panicking, my mind was broken.
This is what I will play the next time I shoot one down with a javelin in MW2
AC-130 by Attack Attack!
You think you could be God
Who appointed you judge
You take yourself too seriously
Keep building your walls? up higher
Then you can be your own king
You’re better off dead
You’re better off dead
Vanguard - Closure In Moscow
My curse is alphabetic, dianetic, crucifix
Your curse is post-magnetic, now they suckle from your drip
Their curse is so pathetic they’re the real heretics
Our curse is not kinetic if they couldn’t break our grip
Foetid leeches sap their glands of inquisition
They need blinding sustenance
Don’t you dare speak that name
Don’t you ever speak that name
Break the very tenets that you spit in my face
Now I’m ready to obliterate
So send me all your preachers
And I’ll put them all to shame
I’ll be the vanguard of their fall
Middle of their falter
Bezel in their rings
Dropping all the stones
This serpent on my doorstep, well he’s got a sweet southern drawl
Lulling so you may invite his venom
Oh he was knocking
But didn’t know it’s coming
Oh he was knocking
But didn’t know
My mutation was imminent
He couldn’t help it, spouting invocations
I said unto him:
First you’ll oscillate
And then you’ll feel the fire burn and formicate
While all your words are coming out cancrine
Don’t just let him rot this hall
I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to
Don’t just let him rot this hall
I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to be saved
Then you’ll all fall in silence
Then you’ll all fall
And I will tell you all as I said to your serpent
each night now, when I return to bed, I feel as if failure has been left in my stead. the wake that trails the dinghy that is my existence is inadequate and lacking.
right now i feel as if i am not enough
i long for human interaction but still i long for solitude
when i partake in one i feel as if im missing out on the other.
i would like balance, that’d be cool
oh yeah and love. could use a little more of that
downerrrrr *currently finger picking my guitar in a dark corner of my house*(sexual?)
