Society is an interesting concept . . .
It describes a group of people which can not clearly be identified, nor counted.
Though, it exists.
But its mostly just a word we use to say that there.s someone backing up our opinion while we.re pointing a finger at someone who.s different...
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Hagen
Like in a dream I fly around my town in a thousand and one nights.
As the colours rush beside i notice that its not myself that keeps me high.
As if i cared about my yesterdays brabble. . . a re-edit of Aug 29/ 2008
If you are ever playing with the idea of taking a road trip to the end of the world, on the last day of your life, I guess I can give you a ride.
I m taking the fucking ride to the end of the world for years now, and, let me tell you, after a while it gets quite funny just watchin how every little thing in this endless road just keeps fallin apart and you re really never goin anywhere.
Just fuckin desert, endless miles, and some signs tellin you about distances to thenext town, just to give you a shitty little hope it may end one day.
Sometimes I ask myself, what would happen, if I.d ever to meet God on this way, and he gave me the chance to take this pain from me.
I think I.d just go and say: No, thanks. Just make me Maso instead, please.
So, why all that?
Well, first i believe that lifes like a puzzle. There s a greater idea behind it, you have the choice to make the picture on the box or throw the pieces around in the room for fun. Some people don t care about it all, others can.t seem to find the right clue and almost fall to pieces themselves, trying to build up the puzzle.
Whatever we think, want, choose, feel or do, we are all building up the same thing in the end. And I.m the kind of person, that just feels like knowing pretty everything about it, but not getting the right pieces.
ROOOAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH whatever.
I won t stop the car or trying to build the puzzle, I m just too curious about what its all gonna be like if I can make it. In fact I may even be waiting for this whole world to crumble down, just that I get to know how far I.ll make it in the end.
And somehow I like the challenge , and every step I get, I feel a little bit more powerful, closer of becoming able to destroy the whole fuckin game this is all about.
The constructive destruction theory. Now you know all about it.
Don.t forget:
We are yet living in paradise. We.re just making hell out of it.
I m taking the fucking ride to the end of the world for years now, and, let me tell you, after a while it gets quite funny just watchin how every little thing in this endless road just keeps fallin apart and you re really never goin anywhere.
Just fuckin desert, endless miles, and some signs tellin you about distances to thenext town, just to give you a shitty little hope it may end one day.
Sometimes I ask myself, what would happen, if I.d ever to meet God on this way, and he gave me the chance to take this pain from me.
I think I.d just go and say: No, thanks. Just make me Maso instead, please.
So, why all that?
Well, first i believe that lifes like a puzzle. There s a greater idea behind it, you have the choice to make the picture on the box or throw the pieces around in the room for fun. Some people don t care about it all, others can.t seem to find the right clue and almost fall to pieces themselves, trying to build up the puzzle.
Whatever we think, want, choose, feel or do, we are all building up the same thing in the end. And I.m the kind of person, that just feels like knowing pretty everything about it, but not getting the right pieces.
ROOOAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH whatever.
I won t stop the car or trying to build the puzzle, I m just too curious about what its all gonna be like if I can make it. In fact I may even be waiting for this whole world to crumble down, just that I get to know how far I.ll make it in the end.
And somehow I like the challenge , and every step I get, I feel a little bit more powerful, closer of becoming able to destroy the whole fuckin game this is all about.
The constructive destruction theory. Now you know all about it.
Don.t forget:
We are yet living in paradise. We.re just making hell out of it.
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