unfold an origami death mask

We're all masters of our own demise, we self destruct in the end, unless another being takes care of that for us.

A

The answer is in our words. Technology keeps improving so that we can share our words faster, easier, and more organized. It's user friendly. Now you and I can be the next famous writer, the coolest blogger, the fastest texter, and the best Tweeter. My computer tells me that "texter" isn't a word. But I guarantee it will be added to the dictionary at some point. This generation is all about sharing. Posting, tagging, downloading... it's all we want to do. I'm excited to see where it will lead us and what amazing new ways to "update our status" in a restricted amount of characters there will be. My point being, that if you have something to say. Say it. But don't forget that once your words leave you, they are open for criticism, copying, quoting, and they are able to be saved and repeated. Hell, they can even be screen shotted!

Q

We sit in parked cars, contemplating the journey from who we are now and who we will become. They are separate beings. Influenced by those around us, before us, and above us. We look up to the sky that for centuries has looked the same, minus or plus a few stars. We are ever-growing, ever-changing creatures, and our life is not permanent. Sure we make a mark but the generations following us will knock down our buildings, cut down the trees we planted, re-pave the roads and bridges we spent millions constructing. What gets set in stone? What legacy can we leave behind?

something I've been workin at.

Never compromise or fantasize for the "all-seeing eyes" that paralyze and canonize the people we are and who pass us by / I just fly when problems arise and questions pry at my life /I won't comply and "take a ride" with the inside common spies / Take my advice and criticize every word he speaks for lies

give me a break.

I feel so cold. Like I've been hooked up to an IV that's pumping pure ice water through my veins, cleansing me of all of the hot, raging, passionate anger and disappointment that's been circulating through my body for three weeks. My father has hurt my mother, and he's hurt me (emotionally) more times than I can count on two hands twice. However, every time I see that intoxicated fueled frustration pierce through his eyes at me and spit words of hatred and disgust about her, I want to punch him in the face. I want to hurt him. I want to break his jaw so that I don't have to see that thin and disapproving frown. I want to scream and curse and spit. I want to unleash all of the Hell that has built up inside of me. And I want to shake my mother to her bones and tell her that I understand that her childhood was fucking brutal and terrible, but because she can't get over it, she's fucked up mine. And she's fucked up my brother's. And we're all just kicking and screaming under the same fucking roof because 'money' and DEPENDENCY are the only fucking words we all understand. I hate depending on people. I won't. I can't. I've been let down so many times because of my parents. My parents who have struggled to stay together for me and my brother. They're not happy. My mother has never been happy. And she still doesn't know that I KNOW she was married before. No family secret is kept anymore. I'm letting everything out. I'm unlocking my mouth and my heart and I am going to fucking say and feel whatever I want because I deserve that much.

"Cops at the front door, robbers at the back."

in heavenly peace.

Good Morning;

I'm resurfacing from the novocaine, it's quite apparent to see the daydream I was previously encased in was wasted on yesterday's last hurrah. My good friends, we've got to soak up the fountain spills to get to the change, and there's two sides to that phrase. I don't know what to do or where we'll go from here but as long as my glass is half full we should have no fear. Keep believing in what you can't see because as soon as "He" appears it's over, it's finished.

Goodnight.

Self discovery

I don't pay much attention to the people who crave it most. I understand how humans work and I can work my way into anyone's life I choose. I have the ability to be manipulative and vindictive, but I also have the strength and morale to refrain from using such "gifts". I see beauty in the things most would turn up their noses to. I pay attention to every single detail present. I am a huge procrastinator. I have a song to match every possible weather outcome. I don't ever want to be anything else but the person I am developing into. It took a while for me to actually appreciate myself, and I plan on focusing on me for the next few years.