tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71870986685417359322024-02-07T03:03:55.970+00:00Thought TrafficRandom thoughts that hit me, short stories, lyrics and wise ass quotes..Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-66612381614547685172011-10-29T08:29:00.002+01:002011-11-07T22:51:42.078+00:00Mist<div style="color: #660000;">
Speeding through the misty sea in a vessel connecting London and Paris.</div>
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Sunken into my imagination, fixed on mind blowing lines and paragraphs.</div>
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Thought provoked I look up, facing the window and realise my surroundings.</div>
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Suddenly, like I am dragged into a parallel universe, I feel like an angel flying as fast as a jet through heavenly territory.</div>
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Euphoria strikes my body.</div>
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I will never look at mist the same again.</div>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-83688185060584311892011-10-13T20:56:00.000+01:002011-10-13T20:56:38.026+01:00writer's block and I<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">In the here and now; are we all just looking to be different? In the here and now when nothing seems to be shocking as much as it used to be. Maybe shocking to the untainted mind but for the rest of us everything just belongs to life and this is what we claim it to be. Life is shocking and if it wouldn’t be; would we be satisfied?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">I’ve been searching for sanity and the more I discover it, the less I write. Do we need our past to haunt us to get inspired? There is not much to write if your mind seems content. Even if it isn’t, the urge to be sane pushes the creative mind to a halt.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">What we dare to say or not to say. Or maybe it is the urge to be understood. What we write requires to be commonly understood. Or maybe this is death. We ought to draw outside the lines to survive and stay sane; our own sanity and not the commonly understood sanity. For the commonly understood cannot be reality but a false construction of what may be seen as comfortable enough to be ignored.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Shallow minds, no thoughts, no questions, no passion, no desires but false happiness. Empty bodies feeding on commonly understood reality. Lies. Deception. False happiness. The majority.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Suddenly I am petrified to be understood. </div>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-41538313660805895462011-10-07T09:58:00.001+01:002011-10-13T20:56:56.106+01:00<div style="color: #660000;">We have to live with the knowledge that certain people react intolerant to knowledge.</div>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-63112930581920699342011-09-26T00:40:00.001+01:002011-09-26T19:48:45.097+01:00<div style="color: #660000;">I'm pro about being a weirdo....but you've got to be able to back it up because you're just a weirdo gone wrong if you can't.. After all, there's a touch of genius and art in weirdnessss</div>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-49358833522849089062011-09-17T02:29:00.000+01:002011-09-17T17:29:41.371+01:00<pre style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">You don't have to look for monsters far when they're in your head.</pre><pre style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Lingering quietly, barely recognisable. They come in disguise.</pre><pre style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Hiding deep within nevertheless always ready to break free.</pre><pre style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Tempted, giving in easily to self-destruction.</pre><pre style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Harming whatever they can whatever you let them to.</pre><pre style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">But the monsters aren't something created by your imagination,</pre><pre style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">the monsters are you and you are the one who comes in disguise.</pre><pre style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Portraying the clean-cut version of terror.</pre>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-70773598420889582122011-08-28T20:56:00.001+01:002011-08-28T20:57:02.253+01:00<span style="color: #660000;">Apparently a pretty face but a pretty face means fuck all to me.. I'd rather have you call me awkward, strange, funny, random, caring, emotional, deep or if you can't think of anything at all, call me human..</span>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-86211737679655684962011-08-17T22:02:00.002+01:002011-08-17T22:02:40.691+01:00<span style="color: #660000;">To seek your parents' approval is a fight of constant rejection and a soul destroying battle that you may never win unless you give in and approve of yourself..</span>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-58488460555392387152011-08-09T23:59:00.000+01:002011-08-09T23:59:02.345+01:00London Riots August 2011<div style="color: #660000;"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style>
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Dear corporate type people,<br />
This is what society taught us, this is how you guys are getting richer, this is why these riots are happening.. I'm not justi<span class="textexposedshow">fying, I'm just stating the obvious.. You have created monsters and these monsters have been rioting and looting over the past few days.. Because you're so power hungry, you created illusions of riches, status and beauty and you blatantly know who to target with your advertisement and brainwashing just to control the crowd and their spendings.. You forgot that some people aren't very intelligent.. You forgot that these unintelligent people are envious of you and your monthly pay-check.. You forgot that you're dealing with human beings who can be unpredictable.. And while we're all slaving away for you, being treated like underpaid robots and machines you completely ignore the fact that you're causing major damage!! It's disgusting what's happening but we mustn't forget that you're disgusting too!!</span></span></div><div style="color: #660000;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/kzA6nL4fwKg?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-84419290734469483762011-07-21T13:50:00.003+01:002011-07-25T21:51:04.874+01:00<span style="color: #660000;">Life's a joke, so make sure you laugh a lot and if you're incapable of doing so, find someone funnier than you, who will make you laugh..</span>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-87623199044909699262011-07-17T03:32:00.001+01:002011-07-18T01:27:20.509+01:00<div style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">The harm we cause to ourselves, because we are oblivious and naive, is nothing in comparison to the harm we knowingly do to ourselves. To have the choice to do or not to do, being fully aware of the consequences, and still choosing, risking to hurt ourselves is insane. Maybe the experience is needed to experience life in its deepest depth. Maybe we have to experience insanity to realise and appreciate sanity.</div>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-59211920287653951452011-06-25T03:17:00.000+01:002011-06-26T02:18:55.035+01:00<span style="color: #660000;">Sanity is, finding contentment within your own insanity.</span>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-20296260961699280322011-06-06T21:42:00.000+01:002011-06-06T21:42:08.984+01:00<div style="color: #660000;"><span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Like in maths, it's not the end result that matters, it's the journey that counts.</span></div>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-78520098817946223772011-06-03T16:44:00.001+01:002011-06-03T16:45:09.489+01:00<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Sometimes you're born into shit but it's up to you to wash that crap off and get rid of the smell with every accomplishment you achieve. Accomplishments of which you alone should be proud of.</span>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-38405900010260753552011-05-05T00:36:00.003+01:002011-10-13T21:02:55.874+01:00<span style="color: #660000;">All people we meet in our life are extremely important.. The ones who are somehow like us remind us that we belong.. The ones that are annoyingly different from us give us a chance to see things from a different point of view and therefore give us a chance to grow and realise what in fact is and isn't important in life..</span>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-68357846349543811892011-04-30T16:42:00.002+01:002011-08-05T00:32:41.363+01:00The Realisation<div style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Growing is like turning lead into gold. If one does not understand the studies of an alchemist, one would not be able to grasp the profound changes that are going through my mind.</div><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">I realised that once you understand and are aware of the deep connection between you and everything natural on this planet, you sure are growing.</span>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-90330573345345310322011-04-21T01:37:00.003+01:002011-04-30T16:51:04.588+01:00<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">I found myself, I lost myself, I found myself and lost myself again.. Now it's time to be me..</span>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-82370178181794793822011-04-16T14:52:00.001+01:002011-04-30T16:51:22.776+01:00Bold Rambling<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">We are scared of the things we do not understand and we make those things our enemy because the fear of finding just the slightest comparison to us and them is so intense that we live a life pretending we’ve never encountered such new knowledge. We ridicule whatever bears more depth than we can handle. Losing oneself in this depth is losing it all to something that has no ground, no limit, no reason. We find ourselves lose sanity and this is the reason why we hold on to all the concepts we understand and we find truth in things that bear no meaning.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">But if one has been challenged to see what matters and that a shallow life is nothing that holds any truth, then one must be lost to the depth that seems truer than anything we have ever touched or felt. In this depth we find ourselves to be in solitude as there is no common ground with anyone who surrounds us. The words that we speak are so deep that the sound of them is only recognised as a foreign language. So we speak in the same tongue, go along with the portrayed sham and are excited by foolishness just to escape loneliness. We feel the need to be accepted, to belong but we slip sometimes as we are ridiculed by our own behaviour, trying to conform.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">The mass, the majority, the norm, morals, expectations, believes. Rules set to blindly follow and trust but the ones who see know not to trust but to question everything. But those who question are an inconvenience and must be silenced as questions may reveal faults in the system. If they cannot be silenced, they are ridiculed, labelled insane and unworthy of speech even if their hearts are purer than gold. Their hearts do not matter. But those who see know that one’s heart is the treasure of one’s soul. Those who question must therefore guard their hearts as it is the most precious but fragile possession that we have and although fragile, it is the only object we own to shield ourselves.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">The lucky ones are those who blindly trust and follow for they will never be ridiculed but encouraged to give in to the game of life and strive to consume from its rich plate. The ones who see, the ones who question, the ones who have no use for such plate, have merely the choice to conform, somewhere between sanity and insanity.</div>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-28960653633904183222011-03-10T23:36:00.005+00:002011-03-10T23:41:26.492+00:00<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: #660000; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-size: small;">Don't try to live the life of your soul as our young society does not know how to accommodate it. They only desire your young, beautiful and healthy body. And only if it's to their advantage, they may allow you to think and speak.</span></h6><blockquote style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: #660000; font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-size: small;">Inspired by the book 'Journey by Moonlight' - Antal Szerb </span></h6></blockquote>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-75142723576115970822011-01-25T01:36:00.000+00:002011-01-25T01:36:07.909+00:00Don't Be Ugly!<div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;">We all age eventually, if we are fortunate enough to live long enough..</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;">And we should be proud to see ourselves turn from children into adults..</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;">Hopefully gracefully..</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;">There's no shame in ageing..</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;">The shame is dedicated to people who refuse to grow up, grow inside..</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;">Inside their hearts, inside their minds..</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;">Outer beauty lies within the eye of the beholder..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000;">Inner beauty can be defined -> Don't be ugly!</span></div>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-67370515154375137862010-12-26T01:18:00.002+00:002010-12-26T01:31:23.983+00:00<span style="color: #660000;">One cannot grow if only provided with approval....as nice as approval may be.</span>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-86740187011826499692010-12-25T18:02:00.005+00:002010-12-25T23:49:31.958+00:00Panic Attacks<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000;">Sometimes I get scared so much that I want to crawl out of my own skin as it gets so tight and tense, strangling me, slowly tearing and ripping as if it peeled off my body.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000;">I’d curl up on the floor, somewhere in a corner and scream my guts out due to the pain caused by my skin being ripped open.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000;">I’d cover my ears and I’d shut my eyes for every noise becomes the sound of pure evil and hatred, for everyone turns into monsters. I’d see monsters filled with aggression and anger everywhere.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000;">It’s the purest form of fear. So pure and intense that one could touch it. But the friction would kill you immediately, if you came in contact with it. Sudden death!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000;">If you ever get to see me in this state, do not make me look at you as I don’t want for your face to turn into the one of an aggressive monster before my eyes.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000;">If you ever get to see me in this state, do not talk to me as your voice would turn into the voice of all evil in my ears.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000;">If you ever get to see me in this state, do not move me as you would cause for my skin to break.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000;">If you ever get to see me in this state, do hold me tight until I tell you that I’m okay again.</div>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-87417022313574842922010-12-25T17:38:00.001+00:002010-12-25T19:38:54.061+00:00<span style="color: #660000;">I'm not crazy.. I just think outside the box most of the time...</span>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-43446964371124854352010-12-25T17:25:00.001+00:002010-12-25T19:27:41.298+00:00I'm my own Religion<span style="color: #660000;">I'm my own religion. I follow my own commandments. I believe in being good and cause no harm but I will not fill in the blanks for you as I'm no evangelist. My believes are no truer than yours for my questions are also unanswered just like yours. Only when I meet Death will I know whether I was right. There's no Heaven or Hell in my world as I can't frighten myself with punishment, as I can't fail to obey my own rules. My rules are set. I'm my own religion.</span>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187098668541735932.post-11979362233386537592010-12-19T23:00:00.004+00:002010-12-19T23:01:10.231+00:00<span style="color: #660000;">My life is merely fiction. It would scare the living shit out of me if you told me that it is reality!</span>Raspberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08701914159761255048noreply@blogger.com0