I will die. I accept that. Do you?

You were born to die. The moment your become a living organism, you were starting to die. When the sperm fertilized the egg, your fate was met. How ever you may take this is up to you. You may deny that this is a way to look at things. But ask yourself, do I accept that one day I will die?

Rope

Its true, if you let it all go you will fall. I wont lie to you. Hitting bottom to most may seem like a painful process. For some it is. For some its hard to realize the truths of everything they actually stand for. It's like taking the ground from beneath them. I refer to life as you know it as a rope. Let it go. Most people wanna keep climbing on the wall to get to what they believe is a better place. Then when they get there, they are disappointed. The fancy cars, the money, the social life, it seems great. You have to let the rope go and fall. Lose all your possesions, who think are friends, your beliefs, etc. When you hit bottom, the only thing you have it up, for some thats the beauty. For others it is not. Let it go. Let the rope go and fall.

Sure Is

Shes rebellious, but the sort of rebellious that just might rebel against rebelling... in a rebellious way of course.

Go and try to die

Go an try to die.
Do what Tyler Durden called it and have "...a near-life experience"
Go ride a horse
and get bucked off
Run into a car
Jump off a building
Do whatever it takes to have as we know it a "near death experience"
Because you will realize that you just had, in Tyler's words "...a near-life experience"

The insecurities of being secure

Pray for God
Pray for your people
Pray for your mother
Pray for your father

Cry when they die
Oh Cry, when they die
Dont matter what you do
They all have told it to you

Pray for God because you feel insecure
Pray for your people because you feel insecure
Pray for your mother because you feel insecure
Pray for father because you feel insecure

Cry when they die,
Oh Cry, when they die
They have told it to you
Cry, because your people made you feelmore secure when you prayed for them
Cry because your mother and father made told you to make you feel more secure
And CRY When you realize that praying to God was just for security
Oh wait isnt that what he was for?

music to my ears

la la, blah blah

Question to ask yourself

Questions for you. Put Your name in the blank: My name is _________ __________ _________, born on ____ _____ ____ into the family of the __________.
Who cooks your meals?
Who taught you to behave?
Who taught you what to believe?
Who taught you what you know?
Who educated you?
Who told you how to play sports?
Who taught you how to speak?
Who taught you to run?
Who taught you to cook?
Who taught the values of life?
Who talks to you in school?
Who taught you to wear the clothes you wear?
Who showed you how to do your job?
Now ask yourself, am I _________ __________ _________, born on ____ _____ ____ into the family of the __________. Who went to/currently is attending_____________________________ ?
Ask yourself the above question. Are you who you think you are? If you havent realized this by now, you are not who you think you are. You are what a combination of other people taught and told you to be. You are not you, you are them. You are far from you than you can imagine. You are what is not you.

Tears running

Will you tell me that I am pretty?
That everything will be okay?
My life is just hitting the bumps?
Do you really give a shit?
Is that tears running from my eyes?
Is this the pain I compromise?
Will you take my life for me?
Will pills make me see?
Is this how I should be?
Why are my tears running from my eyes?

You

Go eat shit you fuck face.
I mean it you.
Thats right I am talking to You
You think your so high and mighty
Go fuck yourself
You think that you are cool
Fuck off
You, the athletic piece of shit
You, the acting fucker
You, thats right you
You, the one in the mirror

Enlightened

Images like this should be shown throughout. Its an "enlightened" person. Once you have hit bottom--you can become one.

Tears, light and no hope

I bury my face in my hands
The tears seap through my fingers
The pain hurts more than a knife
Its the wound that wont heal
The gash you cant see
The hole inside me gets larger
Is there no help for me?
My eyes flood my hands like New Orleans
"It couldn't happen to me" I said
"Why,God, why me!?" Now I sob
I smile my fake smile
I laugh my fake laugh
I tell myself things will get better, like I've told myself before
Maybe I'll see the light tomorrow, but today the bulbs burnt out

RISK

What it means to others:
R eally
I nsanly
S tupid
K ids

What it should mean to others:
R ebelious
I ntelligent
S mart ass
K ids

Ticket.Check.Wallet.Check.Most important thing needed on the whole trip. Check.

Most people are told when to travel, bring this and that. They dont tell you the one thing you need to carry. It's more important than your wallet or your ticket to wherever. It's a pack of smokes, cancer sticks, tobbaco, cigs or whaterver you want to call it. Most people dont realize this, but without smokes you become alone. For example: You go to Colorado on bus. You arrive at Omaha and stop at the bus depot. Those who dont smoke carry their luggage into the building and tend to themselves. Everyone in their eyes is some little shit riding the bus. They dont want to talk to you, so you dont talk to them. Now, the smokers on the other have to find a place where they are as close to depot as possible yet a place where they can smoke. They all congragate together because they need to be as close to the place as possible. Smokers all have one thing they need. Smokes. If you dont have a smoke, you 'bum' a cig from another. Without a doubt mostly anyone who smokes will bum you cig. You already have started the conversation from there. They will also like to talk to you, because they need to have someone listen. You listen to them, they listen to you. Pretty soon you will have become part of (what we call it) the brotherhood. You make think this is bogus, but look around you. Smokers dont usually care who you are or where you came from. They too need someone to communicate. Non smokers have nothing to start a conversation with, nor do they want to. You dont need to smoke to be part of the brotherhood. If you buy a pack of cigs, you can just bum to other people. Through the brotherhood you'll meet people going to Massachusets from California because his wife left him days before they were to get married(not that he cared) and he cant afford to live in his single bedroom $1000/a montha apartment and is sick of living at a homeless shelter. You might even meet a guy who works at gas station and grows shrooms. Or maybe you'll run into a person who went to SD to see sturgis on a three day trip with a friend where he ends up working at Sturgis for a few weeks to get enough money to get a ride back to Minnesota because his buddies car broke down on him. Those might be people you could meet by just having one thing. Smokes. Smokes should be an essential item for each traveler. Not having one, means not having a more potential kick ass trip. Do yourself a favor, buy cigs and bum to others.

Do as I mean not what I say

A man reads the passage "Save your work"
The person nexts to you puts his notes in a folder
Another, puts her newspaper under her arm
A taller fellow puts his money in his wallet
A short little girl puts her art in her moms purse
A man incases his new pot
The older man next to you saves a file on the computer.
You put gold watch in your bag
A man reads a bible passage
We all are told
We all hear different
Yet, the church thinks we know what the man said and what was meant.
Everyone assumes you do the same as them.
When you can not.

Grab and run

Grab your backpack
Grab a meal
Grab a coat
Grab some shades
Grab your money
Take it and go. Run from it all.
One might ask what to run from.
Run from church
Run from mom
Run from dad
Run from school
Run from work
Run from friends
Run. Run till your legs burn. Run till your lungs fill with acid. Run till you cant run no more. Run till your heart bursts from your chest.
Don't look back.
One might ask why not look back.
Because the thing you run from is right there. It's right behind you.
It's the monster under the bed
It's the monster in the church
It's the monster your mom told you was gone
It's the monster in the movies
It's the monster in your nightmares
It's the monster that creeps when you sleep
It's the monster that tries to eat you while you sleep.
It's the monster-------who is you.