Post by Lysander Roman Pierce on Aug 2, 2013 1:42:29 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-right: 20px solid #000033; background-image:url(http://i1059.photobucket.com/albums/t422/TechnicAware/Apple%20Headphones/BackgroundBlueMetal.jpg); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] across the universe, images of broken light, which dance before me like a million eyes. they call me on and on across the universe. thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box, they tumble blindly as they make their way....  nothing's gonna change my world, Life was interesting. Love was interesting. Family was interesting. One day you could have a perfect life with a mother, a father, a family... the next, terrorists slaughter millions of people, your mother commits suicide in front of your eyes and you're in a home where not only does no one care about you, but they don't even know your name. That is the reality of life, and of the foster system. In the foster system, they don't give a shit. Sure, you may find the odd family that loves you, they may even adopt you, but the reality is, love fades and theirs will too. You can't just wait around for it to happen. And that's only if you get "lucky". The reality is, foster homes are usually just as bad, if not worse, than the homes you come from. In foster homes, they beat you, they starve you, molest you and worse. Sure, you can tell someone but who'd listen? Who'd honestly believe that their son, their seventeen year old little angel, is capable of molesting a child who's barely even eleven. Who hasn't even thought about sex yet. And that's only if it's not the adult, your so called "mother" or "father" that's not doing it, but I digress. Life sucks, get a helmet. This famous quote was said by actor, comedian, all around media jockey Denis Learey. The sad thing is, it's so true. So much shit happens in life that nobody even gives a fucking fuck anymore. You got raped? Wow, so did I! How cool! Your sister committed suicide? So what? So have hundreds of teens across America, and that's probably low balling it. Your parents were killed in 9/11? Wow! Look at the fucking coincidence! Nobody gives a fuck about the people anymore, certainly not the government! The official duty of the police is to protect and serve. This is on their manifesto, and yet, if they were "protecting" and "serving" anything, it'd be the fat corporate asses and their fatter wallets that our government kisses up to. Abraham Lincoln once said "We, the people, are the rightful masters of both Congress and the courts, not to overthrow the Constitution but to overthrow the men who pervert the Constitution.". Beautiful, ain't it? Fills you with primal patriotic pride, right? Well, stop singing Yankee Doodle, Amazing Grace, The Star Spangled Banner and what have you, and let those feelings shrivel and die, because that is simply not how it works anymore. Not in America. Nope, in 'Murica, kids are allowed to shoot other kids but no gun restrictions are passed because half the Congress is part of the NRA. Bet they don't have these issues in England. Or France. Or even our misguided neighbours to the North. We're so worried about the terrorists oversea, but can't even deal with the ones inside our own borders. Speaking of borders, are we even trying to keep the Mexicans out anymore? Or is it just too hard to focus with all that crack they supply? I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I wasn't proposing anarchy here, not really. America wasn't all bad. It all goes back to Ol' Honest Abe. It wasn't the Constitution that needed to be changed (granted, some amendments could use some tweaking here and there), we just needed to bring honesty and integrity back into our country. Remove the coercion, the perversion, the lying, the cheating and everything else bad about our country, and give our country back to its people. Sadly, this is not the reality. This is not how life works. And it sucks. Justice, in a world like ours, in a country like ours, is a laughable concept, dreamt up by pot smoking fools like John Lennon and Martin Luther. What I wanted more than anything was to roll a joint, light it up, and get high as fuck. Float like a bird, too high for my insecurities, my worries and my political semi-anarchist rantings to catch me. Let everything melt away. Unfortunately, that would be illegal, and I couldn't afford to be caught again. Go figure, we live in a country where it's legal to kill another human being so long as it's the state that does the killing, but a little munchy inducing, calming and relaxing little plant, a plant that fucking grows naturally, is the illegal one. Okay, technically, smoking pot in California realllly isn't that much of a big deal, but it is still technically illegal all the same. So, instead, I had to quell my anxiety by laying on the sand and looking up at the sky, searching for rabbits among little puffs of air waiting to piss on me like the fuckers they were. I sighed to myself, tugging at an errant lock of hair before sitting upright, brushing the sand off my pale, tattooed skin. "What I need," I said decidedly, "is a girlfriend. it has to be as good as pot, right?" tag || NEKA || words || 821 || outfit || CBA notes || ALL WORDS AND NO ACTION, SORRY NEK. |
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