I'm rather on a roll all of a sudden and while I was thinking about Johnny the Homicidal Maniac I could help but come back to a re-occurring issue that's been chasing itself around my head lately.
It seems all the people I know at one point in time have said something along the lines of "there's something wrong with you" or "you're *insert way of calling someone insane here*". People think I'm on meth and crack, call me a schizo, a psycho, freak, whatever. A few 'friends' I've had were genuinely embarrassed by me when they were around the 'cooler' people. But whatever. I'm not into self-pity. I'm unique, creative, dark and I am not a slave to Ambercrombie and Fitch and if they have an issue with that then I'm better off not knowing them, right?
However the whole 'emo' label has been slung my way lately. Admittedly I listen to metal and hard/punk rock, I think of some very twisted things, I like darker, stranger, true gothic things, love a lot of the typical 'emo' style and to be brutally honest I've self-harmed before. I wear alot of darker clothing, like spikes and studs and black hair. I think 'emo' girls and boys are hot (not the skater punk emo, the darker, poetic emo). But I'm not into labels. And I don't care how FUBAR people think I am and what I enjoy is, I refuse to be subjected to the plastic emo label which has been warped as all other labels have been.
See, my image of emo is someone emotional, who loves things so much and care so much it's more then they can take sometimes, confused, angry, lost, maybe a bit angsty, but this stems from the way the see the world and its faults around them and although the fight for it they feel hopeless some days. But they can love and they are dark and poetic with a sense of humour and good taste. And people abuse this with self-pity, false suicides, pathetic boy bands that all sounds the god damn same and lame ass poetry.
Well that's okay. If you bother to get to know them and don't just grab onto or reject people based on stereotypes you find out who they really are and can make an opinion of them.
Stop judging is what I'm trying to say. Nny could go anywhere without getting attacked by regular ignorant white assholes and goths and emos alike. Yes, the judged judge as well. And it needs to stop. You don't have to love everyone and try and appreciate everyone's differences and complexity. But at least respect it. Stop making people feel ashamed of who they are. Kudos to those of you who are like, the 10% of the population who don't do this. I for one appreciate it.
So I like dark, occasionally disturbing things. The thing is, I don;t find those things dark and disturbing. They seem normal to me, I like them, the inspire and nurture me. I asked my friend if that was a bad thing and he said 'Yes, yes it is'. But you know, it really insn't. People like things that other people are going to think is strange. This adds flavour, variety, uniquiety to human existence. Otherwise we'd all taste like American Eagle and West 49. For all the people who scream about how 'no one understands me' and try to be unique, shouldn't people who actually achieve a level of individuality by praised instead of spat on? And if we all want to be different and special, shouldn't we stop carrying about fitting in and stereotypes? As a culture, a race we have to grow up and move on. Junior high is over, time to face reality.
I don't just like 'dark' things. I like some pretty smile-worthy stuff too. So if I may be all love and peace for a moment, I'd like to close with one of my favourite bumper-sticker philosophies: Label jars, not people.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Caged Tigers
You know how frustrated I feel when I see those gorgeous tigers behind the fences in the zoo? I cried last time I went... I dunno. Of all the other beautiful animals I saw, they got to me for some reason.
I feel like a caged tiger today. Pacing, contemplative, willing to lash out at those we feed me and watch me from above.
Forgive any comments that may seem ignorant, disturbing or biast in the following as we all have darker days and I find when i get frustrated my will to look at both sides of an argument and try to remain unbiast and open minded slips.
When I refer to 'people' I am referring to the 90% of North America's population that I find to be waste of space and an unfortunate donor fucking things up in gene pool for the hope of the future. Seriously. People need to smarten up. Enough god damn judgement. Enough double standards, enough hypocrisy, enough fear and enough of those who gave up trying to change the world and decided to 'not care' because 'it doesn't make a difference'. I have a friend who is one of these people, capable of great things with his intellect and his ability to see the truth in things. But he has squandered this ability and now it is rotting inside him and some days it's enough to make me want to beat him around the head with the door of my locker. But he's my friend and I'm determined to try and unearth the better side of him. It pisses me off though, these people with no solid moral standing or opinions or die hard beliefs that fight things anyways, who make things difficult with those with feelings about something by tearing them down and ultimately ending the conversation with "it won't change anything."
Almost makes them as bad as the assholes with these backward, fucked up views on things like gay people being messed up in the head and that white people are superior, that being a dead-beat jack-ass and coming to class stoned is cool and who don;t give a shit about the environment. And these people stick to their guns on the must discriminating, ass-backwards, retarded, unfair prejudice BULL SHIT ideas to the point you'd think they thought they were the only people keeping the world from plunging into chaos that would surely ensue when gay couples can adopt children and black people can lead a country better then the red-neck, bible spewing overdeveloped cum shot they had before (see, if Obama messes up, no black or other minority will have a shot in the White House again, but we've had people like Bill Clinton and Bush for years now. Can we say All-American? And I am Canadian yes, but our politics are basically the same, so I guess I can say 'Can we say All-Canadian, eh?' as well. Anyways, Obama has my support, hopefully he does a good job. And I don't just support him because he's black. I am glad that the fact he got elected makes a statement about tolerance and open-mindedness in the world, but I think he's got some good ideas and that's why I'm on his side). Sorry, I digress.
The thing is this: people drive me up the wall. Sometimes the only thing that keeps me from exploding into rage induced, disbelieving tears is visions of heads splattering under crow bars. Sorry, sad truth. That's why I loved Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. But I want people to change and to do that I can't lose grip on this hope that things can change, can't become completely non-caring. Because if it came down to feeling, and some days that feeling would entail fits of gut-burning rage and screaming fit of immense sorrow and anguish then mundane, empty days pushing a shell around the world and doing things you wouldn't want to remember before you die because you'll realize you wasted your whole life, I'm picking the former, hands down, every time. Because that was being human, being alive, is. Makes you better then the 'people'.
Having said all that, I'd like to come back to the Johnny the Homicidal Maniac theory. That Johnny is nourishment to the rest of us with self-control. He is like one of those songs that get stuck in your head and make you wanna bang your head around and crash your hips to all bloody night too (yeah, one of those songs) to the angry, repressed, starving little demon inside us all.
So I'd like to point out to the 'people' that they take our strength of will, the ability to swallow these urges and keep them in our heads to help us sleep at night, they take our hard-sought self-control way too lightly. I'm not saying they outta throw themselves to their knees and thank us. But they should appreciate it. Because god damnit, with the world growing so small, we're going to need some vacancy, people, and I can think of some worthy candidates to evict, as it were. There are caged tigers out there and the bars are being taken for granted. I just want people to smarten up. That'll be my birthday wish this year. Because I'm sick of getting so worked up and sick and angry about the shit stains people leave across our entire existence, how much people abuse the fact that being alive and freedom and rights (again, North America) s a right and not a privilege it makes me want to puke, and I wish it could change, that people could start making differences, start caring, start evolving. We seem to have forgotten that evolution is part survival. We need to change again, and I mean that in a very figurative sense, emotionally, mentally.
Be more aware. Drop some change in the god damn starving children and humane society's bins at the check-out. Recycle. Stop judging and labelling and making a huge fuss about differences on the outside and embrace inner differences. Hold the door open for someone. Smile at strangers. Show people some respect and decency. Learn something new. Give blood. Volunteer. Stick to your guns but be willing to look at someone else's ideas and opinions too. Be civil with each other. Cut the self-pity bull shit. Ride your bike sometime, it's fun. Try to understand people before you slap them with a label. Think equal thoughts. Try not to add more figurative shit for humans to wade through. Create something unique. Hug the ones you love more often.
And pass the hope on. I know it sucks, ladies and gentlemen, when it seems your the only one who gives a shit about trying to fix things, for lack of a better term it just fucking sucks. But there are people who care. We're still out here. Pass on the hope.
And to anyone who tries to beat down these humans who try to pass on the hope, who sneer in our faces and makes us feel stupid for being unique, special, optimistic? To all the prejudice bastards, plugs-in-training, dead-beats, and hypocrites? Just remember: tigers have fangs. And some day those bars might not be there.
For those having a bad day and need stress-relief from the idiocy around them, check out Foamy the Squirrel. The link is in the Linkage Fest above. And for the record I didn't draw that picture of Nny, whoever that was on DA I found it on google so your name didn't come up (I apologize) but I think the shading and everything was amazing!
I feel like a caged tiger today. Pacing, contemplative, willing to lash out at those we feed me and watch me from above.
Forgive any comments that may seem ignorant, disturbing or biast in the following as we all have darker days and I find when i get frustrated my will to look at both sides of an argument and try to remain unbiast and open minded slips.
When I refer to 'people' I am referring to the 90% of North America's population that I find to be waste of space and an unfortunate donor fucking things up in gene pool for the hope of the future. Seriously. People need to smarten up. Enough god damn judgement. Enough double standards, enough hypocrisy, enough fear and enough of those who gave up trying to change the world and decided to 'not care' because 'it doesn't make a difference'. I have a friend who is one of these people, capable of great things with his intellect and his ability to see the truth in things. But he has squandered this ability and now it is rotting inside him and some days it's enough to make me want to beat him around the head with the door of my locker. But he's my friend and I'm determined to try and unearth the better side of him. It pisses me off though, these people with no solid moral standing or opinions or die hard beliefs that fight things anyways, who make things difficult with those with feelings about something by tearing them down and ultimately ending the conversation with "it won't change anything."
Almost makes them as bad as the assholes with these backward, fucked up views on things like gay people being messed up in the head and that white people are superior, that being a dead-beat jack-ass and coming to class stoned is cool and who don;t give a shit about the environment. And these people stick to their guns on the must discriminating, ass-backwards, retarded, unfair prejudice BULL SHIT ideas to the point you'd think they thought they were the only people keeping the world from plunging into chaos that would surely ensue when gay couples can adopt children and black people can lead a country better then the red-neck, bible spewing overdeveloped cum shot they had before (see, if Obama messes up, no black or other minority will have a shot in the White House again, but we've had people like Bill Clinton and Bush for years now. Can we say All-American? And I am Canadian yes, but our politics are basically the same, so I guess I can say 'Can we say All-Canadian, eh?' as well. Anyways, Obama has my support, hopefully he does a good job. And I don't just support him because he's black. I am glad that the fact he got elected makes a statement about tolerance and open-mindedness in the world, but I think he's got some good ideas and that's why I'm on his side). Sorry, I digress.
The thing is this: people drive me up the wall. Sometimes the only thing that keeps me from exploding into rage induced, disbelieving tears is visions of heads splattering under crow bars. Sorry, sad truth. That's why I loved Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. But I want people to change and to do that I can't lose grip on this hope that things can change, can't become completely non-caring. Because if it came down to feeling, and some days that feeling would entail fits of gut-burning rage and screaming fit of immense sorrow and anguish then mundane, empty days pushing a shell around the world and doing things you wouldn't want to remember before you die because you'll realize you wasted your whole life, I'm picking the former, hands down, every time. Because that was being human, being alive, is. Makes you better then the 'people'.
Having said all that, I'd like to come back to the Johnny the Homicidal Maniac theory. That Johnny is nourishment to the rest of us with self-control. He is like one of those songs that get stuck in your head and make you wanna bang your head around and crash your hips to all bloody night too (yeah, one of those songs) to the angry, repressed, starving little demon inside us all.
So I'd like to point out to the 'people' that they take our strength of will, the ability to swallow these urges and keep them in our heads to help us sleep at night, they take our hard-sought self-control way too lightly. I'm not saying they outta throw themselves to their knees and thank us. But they should appreciate it. Because god damnit, with the world growing so small, we're going to need some vacancy, people, and I can think of some worthy candidates to evict, as it were. There are caged tigers out there and the bars are being taken for granted. I just want people to smarten up. That'll be my birthday wish this year. Because I'm sick of getting so worked up and sick and angry about the shit stains people leave across our entire existence, how much people abuse the fact that being alive and freedom and rights (again, North America) s a right and not a privilege it makes me want to puke, and I wish it could change, that people could start making differences, start caring, start evolving. We seem to have forgotten that evolution is part survival. We need to change again, and I mean that in a very figurative sense, emotionally, mentally.
Be more aware. Drop some change in the god damn starving children and humane society's bins at the check-out. Recycle. Stop judging and labelling and making a huge fuss about differences on the outside and embrace inner differences. Hold the door open for someone. Smile at strangers. Show people some respect and decency. Learn something new. Give blood. Volunteer. Stick to your guns but be willing to look at someone else's ideas and opinions too. Be civil with each other. Cut the self-pity bull shit. Ride your bike sometime, it's fun. Try to understand people before you slap them with a label. Think equal thoughts. Try not to add more figurative shit for humans to wade through. Create something unique. Hug the ones you love more often.
And pass the hope on. I know it sucks, ladies and gentlemen, when it seems your the only one who gives a shit about trying to fix things, for lack of a better term it just fucking sucks. But there are people who care. We're still out here. Pass on the hope.
And to anyone who tries to beat down these humans who try to pass on the hope, who sneer in our faces and makes us feel stupid for being unique, special, optimistic? To all the prejudice bastards, plugs-in-training, dead-beats, and hypocrites? Just remember: tigers have fangs. And some day those bars might not be there.
For those having a bad day and need stress-relief from the idiocy around them, check out Foamy the Squirrel. The link is in the Linkage Fest above. And for the record I didn't draw that picture of Nny, whoever that was on DA I found it on google so your name didn't come up (I apologize) but I think the shading and everything was amazing!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Bloody Valentines
At first I didn't think I'd add personal events that go on during my day, because that seemed pretentious to me, so I'd just post stuff I wonder about or feel like sharing. But this is things I'm wondering so I'm gonna post this anyways.
So I'm not one of those hard-core Valentines Day gals. Like even when I had a boyfriend I wasn't all like hyped up about it, even when he bought me roses (ROSES!!! We were bloody fourteen years old and he got me roses! He was a traditional kinda guy. I'm not.). But today, Valentine's day, I can't help but notice that love seems to be throwing me some interesting mental curve balls.
Well first I supposed to go and meet my friend's girlfriend and hang out with them for a bit so my other friend who was supposed to be there wouldn't feel like a third wheel. Course the bloody bugger isn't home when I get there, even though I walked across town to see him while I was sugar-crashing (he will pay). But as I'm turning to go home I hear someone call me and another friend of mine who I haven't seen in forever pulls up in his car and starts talking with me. His girlfriend's in the car and I say hi all polite -like. She's really nice but she's kinda quiet and I get the vibe she doesn't like me much and I never really know what to say to her... anyways, so I'm just catching up with my friend 'cause he's outta school now and I haven't seen him in ages and we had a lot of fun last summer so I miss him. He's one of those guys who could get any girl to fall for him, 'cause he's spunky and a bit of a 'bad boy' if I may use that as an example. And he's good looking, I must admit. Like baby blue eyes and messy blonde hair kinda good looking. But he's a real sweetie too. He told me once, because he thinks look after him and his twin brother, that if I ever needed help he'd be there for me. That's the kinda friend I like having... anyways, I digress. So I'm chatting away and suddenly he's like "So guess what? *girlfriend* is pregnant."
And at first I didn't believe him, thought he was kidding, laughed a bit and asked his girlfriend. But she says "Yeah I am" and it just struck me so... surreal. So I of course ask questions, because I feel sorta excited for them at the time, like are they keeping it (which they are) and if they're going to know if it's a boy or girl or do they want it to be a surprise and whatever... but then once they leave and I walk home it just keeps boggling me more and more.
They're only a year older then I am. I don't look down on them for it or anything, in fact I admire that they're going to keep it and raise it together (that's the kind of guy my friend is, responsible and caring) but... like I said, they're only a year older then I am, barely out of school and now... they're going to have this baby to look after now. That'll be their priority. And I'm not sure how his girlfriend feels, as I really don't know her that well, but my friend... he's such a happy-go-lucky, fun loving, spunky guy, loves working with engines and doing extreme sports (can't for the life of me remember the name of the sport where you're water skiing but with the board instead... like getting tugged behind the boat... WAKE BOARDING! There we go) but he does that and snowmobiles and all kinds if stuff, and now he's going to have this baby to look after and although I can picture him being a great dad I just can't... it's so weird to imagine. Some little kid calling him daddy and him holding a baby and everything? God it seems weird. And now I can't help but think that, and I know he's gonna love this kid, but will he have to give up a lot of things he loves, will he feel miserable sometimes?
And here's the kicker: before he met this girl he had a thing for me. We almost made out once. And he asked me out and I turned him down, and so we just stayed friends and I think that works out better because as much as I like the guy (and yeah, I had a crush on him) he's not my type. I'm not saying we don't get along, but he's got a different mind set then me and I can't see us being able to have real conversations and stuff, sort of. Like it's be awkward because we're so different. But now that I think of it, I wonder, if I had of said yes, would we have lasted this long (he's been going out with his girlfriend for a year now I think)? Would his girlfriend not be pregnant now? Would I be in her shoes if I had of said yes? Like would that have happened to me? And how would I feel about it?
I dunno, I myself sometimes feel like having kids would be great when I'm older, but at the same time I don't know if I ever want to have them. And of course I feel I'm too young to be having them now. It just seems so... well it is huge. Exciting and a very dangerous feeling at the same time. I wonder how his girlfriend feels... did she have big dreams or is this okay for her to start a family now?
I wonder sometimes if I have special powers (you'll probably hear about these theories in later entries) because I seriously had a dream on Monday night about myself having a baby and aways being excited to see it after school (horrifying that I was still in school when I had the kid) and it was like she was a puppy, I played with her and then when I wanted to do something else just put her in the crib... god. Just so weird to me.
Teenage pregnancy. That's enough to spoil your Valentine's Day plans ain't it?
Oh and to end on a less distressing topic, note to self, talk to other friend (who stood me up and still will pay) re: Protection. Ha, yeah right, the guy's Christian, doesn't believe in having sex before he's married anyways. For once I feel like cheering for religion...
So I'm not one of those hard-core Valentines Day gals. Like even when I had a boyfriend I wasn't all like hyped up about it, even when he bought me roses (ROSES!!! We were bloody fourteen years old and he got me roses! He was a traditional kinda guy. I'm not.). But today, Valentine's day, I can't help but notice that love seems to be throwing me some interesting mental curve balls.
Well first I supposed to go and meet my friend's girlfriend and hang out with them for a bit so my other friend who was supposed to be there wouldn't feel like a third wheel. Course the bloody bugger isn't home when I get there, even though I walked across town to see him while I was sugar-crashing (he will pay). But as I'm turning to go home I hear someone call me and another friend of mine who I haven't seen in forever pulls up in his car and starts talking with me. His girlfriend's in the car and I say hi all polite -like. She's really nice but she's kinda quiet and I get the vibe she doesn't like me much and I never really know what to say to her... anyways, so I'm just catching up with my friend 'cause he's outta school now and I haven't seen him in ages and we had a lot of fun last summer so I miss him. He's one of those guys who could get any girl to fall for him, 'cause he's spunky and a bit of a 'bad boy' if I may use that as an example. And he's good looking, I must admit. Like baby blue eyes and messy blonde hair kinda good looking. But he's a real sweetie too. He told me once, because he thinks look after him and his twin brother, that if I ever needed help he'd be there for me. That's the kinda friend I like having... anyways, I digress. So I'm chatting away and suddenly he's like "So guess what? *girlfriend* is pregnant."
And at first I didn't believe him, thought he was kidding, laughed a bit and asked his girlfriend. But she says "Yeah I am" and it just struck me so... surreal. So I of course ask questions, because I feel sorta excited for them at the time, like are they keeping it (which they are) and if they're going to know if it's a boy or girl or do they want it to be a surprise and whatever... but then once they leave and I walk home it just keeps boggling me more and more.
They're only a year older then I am. I don't look down on them for it or anything, in fact I admire that they're going to keep it and raise it together (that's the kind of guy my friend is, responsible and caring) but... like I said, they're only a year older then I am, barely out of school and now... they're going to have this baby to look after now. That'll be their priority. And I'm not sure how his girlfriend feels, as I really don't know her that well, but my friend... he's such a happy-go-lucky, fun loving, spunky guy, loves working with engines and doing extreme sports (can't for the life of me remember the name of the sport where you're water skiing but with the board instead... like getting tugged behind the boat... WAKE BOARDING! There we go) but he does that and snowmobiles and all kinds if stuff, and now he's going to have this baby to look after and although I can picture him being a great dad I just can't... it's so weird to imagine. Some little kid calling him daddy and him holding a baby and everything? God it seems weird. And now I can't help but think that, and I know he's gonna love this kid, but will he have to give up a lot of things he loves, will he feel miserable sometimes?
And here's the kicker: before he met this girl he had a thing for me. We almost made out once. And he asked me out and I turned him down, and so we just stayed friends and I think that works out better because as much as I like the guy (and yeah, I had a crush on him) he's not my type. I'm not saying we don't get along, but he's got a different mind set then me and I can't see us being able to have real conversations and stuff, sort of. Like it's be awkward because we're so different. But now that I think of it, I wonder, if I had of said yes, would we have lasted this long (he's been going out with his girlfriend for a year now I think)? Would his girlfriend not be pregnant now? Would I be in her shoes if I had of said yes? Like would that have happened to me? And how would I feel about it?
I dunno, I myself sometimes feel like having kids would be great when I'm older, but at the same time I don't know if I ever want to have them. And of course I feel I'm too young to be having them now. It just seems so... well it is huge. Exciting and a very dangerous feeling at the same time. I wonder how his girlfriend feels... did she have big dreams or is this okay for her to start a family now?
I wonder sometimes if I have special powers (you'll probably hear about these theories in later entries) because I seriously had a dream on Monday night about myself having a baby and aways being excited to see it after school (horrifying that I was still in school when I had the kid) and it was like she was a puppy, I played with her and then when I wanted to do something else just put her in the crib... god. Just so weird to me.
Teenage pregnancy. That's enough to spoil your Valentine's Day plans ain't it?
Oh and to end on a less distressing topic, note to self, talk to other friend (who stood me up and still will pay) re: Protection. Ha, yeah right, the guy's Christian, doesn't believe in having sex before he's married anyways. For once I feel like cheering for religion...
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
The Colour Wheel
If it were up to me, this is how it would go:
Yellow would go with grey because it's like summer time on your tongue and in your heart, a bittersweet thing like cold rain or a goodbye kiss. Because when you see it, walking barefoot down a dusty road, in the sky at seven in the evening in July, as you drive closer towards a choking city or look through the naked trees, it reminds you that there are bigger things out there.
Green would go with purple because they good together, have a love like pixies and punks, fantasy and creation, all the richness of the imagination and the good, heavy feel of the bloody earth. Because they will shape the new world.
Blue and red would wind around each other like snakes, like two opposing arteries in those text book diagrams, one thrumming oxygen rich blood through your veins to the thunderous pulse of screeching music that scrapes at your belly, the other blue like your face when someone strangles you by your neck at the lockers at school and you laugh because you know you're friends would never kill you, not for real. Like two opposing forces of nature, fire and water, running with each other so fiercely it might all be a deadly game if it weren't for the intimacy.
And orange would go with black, like the sharp smatterings on those danger warning signs that call you closer anyways because nothing that bright could ever be so bad. Like a daring haircut or the walking the streets at night, the two would dance together like two people who just found each other and that was all they ever needed to know. And because we all could use a bit more fucking Halloween.
Fuck the colour wheel. Fuck its laws of complimentary and mixing. Let's break that god damn mould. Because any colour can rub backs with the others and we, too, can defend anyone's back. And we can be any colour complimentary we want. What say you?
Yellow would go with grey because it's like summer time on your tongue and in your heart, a bittersweet thing like cold rain or a goodbye kiss. Because when you see it, walking barefoot down a dusty road, in the sky at seven in the evening in July, as you drive closer towards a choking city or look through the naked trees, it reminds you that there are bigger things out there.
Green would go with purple because they good together, have a love like pixies and punks, fantasy and creation, all the richness of the imagination and the good, heavy feel of the bloody earth. Because they will shape the new world.
Blue and red would wind around each other like snakes, like two opposing arteries in those text book diagrams, one thrumming oxygen rich blood through your veins to the thunderous pulse of screeching music that scrapes at your belly, the other blue like your face when someone strangles you by your neck at the lockers at school and you laugh because you know you're friends would never kill you, not for real. Like two opposing forces of nature, fire and water, running with each other so fiercely it might all be a deadly game if it weren't for the intimacy.
And orange would go with black, like the sharp smatterings on those danger warning signs that call you closer anyways because nothing that bright could ever be so bad. Like a daring haircut or the walking the streets at night, the two would dance together like two people who just found each other and that was all they ever needed to know. And because we all could use a bit more fucking Halloween.
Fuck the colour wheel. Fuck its laws of complimentary and mixing. Let's break that god damn mould. Because any colour can rub backs with the others and we, too, can defend anyone's back. And we can be any colour complimentary we want. What say you?
Black Rabbit Society
In our world today, the letter of the law and spirit of the law butt heads pretty often. There are some many fiddly little bits to society, tiny vesicles, life-line arteries, noodle-like nerves, cells all with specific purposes... all really complex, if you get into the nitty-gritty. And in this complexity, somewhere, people have to have a balance of rights and laws. Otherwise we might as well have stayed in our caves and never bothered evolving.
But these rights, these human rights... admittedly of course, without them, without technology, without the ability to feel and think beyond our animal instincts, we'd still be in the Dark Ages. But we, as humans, are still children as a race. and if you ask me we have too much freedom and power in our tiny fists to even understand yet. So much it knots up in our guts like balls of razor wires that shift whenever we swallow, shredding us from the inside.
Because of these rights, these understanding and respecting of morals, which believe me I appreciate, I find though that justice takes the hit, that the letter of the law, with all it's small-font paperwork and loopholes, succeeds over the amphibious, fluid bending of the spirit of the law, which can be trapped down under ink and is therefore ignored all too often.
Because we humans forget we are animals, creatures of the earth. And as creatures, we have spirits and deep, twisted feelings. We aren't machines. And paperwork and jail bars and yellow lines... that's not food for us. It can't nourish or pacify or invoke.
Too often I've felt like the justice system has failed, is flawed, is breaking down. People getting out before their time, obtaining lawyers when they have no right to be fought for, living and breathing, getting three meals a day and sleeping in a warm bed while innocent kids starve on the streets and adults fight to make ends meet... it makes me sick. And then there are these thugs that go free, raping, stealing, killing, and no one can catch them and they have more rights then they deserve...
But that's letter of the law for you. Because everything has to be equal for everyone or shit hits the fan, somewhere.
But here's the thing, and I know it'll go against what they taught you in church and kindergarten, but hell, we're not all equal. Or at least, not everyone deserves to be. I'm not talking that equality should be divided by race, religion, culture, gender or anything like that. In that sense I believe we all are equal peoples. But some people don't deserve to be treated equally, as people, because they aren't people. They're vermin, drags on society, terrors that haunt us and make it a frightening ordeal to let our children alone in a park or walk a street at night.
What gives them the right to take that security away from us?
The letter of the law. The fact that we can't do a damn thing about them unless we want the legal system to crash down on us.
So this has become my dream of late...
A secret society, outside the clutches of our warped views of 'right' and 'wrong', outside fear of those who govern us and who try to keep us safe but just can't, not around all this shit building up. Angels in the shadows, curses that follow after those with sin pinned on their foreheads, the banes of the ones the letter of the law can't touch. We wouldn't see them. Not all the time anyways. Maybe when you're backed up in an alley with a knife to your throat, maybe when you've got the noose around your neck and want to just vanish from the bleak world around you... maybe they could watch us, silent, protectors, like gargoyles, spirits who both avenge and defend us from what we cannot strike against, not without being labelled criminals ourselves. Mainstream society would label them vigilantes, wouldn't like them, call them murders and as evil as the people the knife in the shadows. But I think we, the lost and the lonely, police and judges, wives with no husbands, children with no parents, those who scream at night at the unfairness of it all, we all would rejoice openly and silently.
It's a better force then God, because we can see it working. And at night we'd light candles for them.
The Black Rabbits.
But these rights, these human rights... admittedly of course, without them, without technology, without the ability to feel and think beyond our animal instincts, we'd still be in the Dark Ages. But we, as humans, are still children as a race. and if you ask me we have too much freedom and power in our tiny fists to even understand yet. So much it knots up in our guts like balls of razor wires that shift whenever we swallow, shredding us from the inside.
Because of these rights, these understanding and respecting of morals, which believe me I appreciate, I find though that justice takes the hit, that the letter of the law, with all it's small-font paperwork and loopholes, succeeds over the amphibious, fluid bending of the spirit of the law, which can be trapped down under ink and is therefore ignored all too often.
Because we humans forget we are animals, creatures of the earth. And as creatures, we have spirits and deep, twisted feelings. We aren't machines. And paperwork and jail bars and yellow lines... that's not food for us. It can't nourish or pacify or invoke.
Too often I've felt like the justice system has failed, is flawed, is breaking down. People getting out before their time, obtaining lawyers when they have no right to be fought for, living and breathing, getting three meals a day and sleeping in a warm bed while innocent kids starve on the streets and adults fight to make ends meet... it makes me sick. And then there are these thugs that go free, raping, stealing, killing, and no one can catch them and they have more rights then they deserve...
But that's letter of the law for you. Because everything has to be equal for everyone or shit hits the fan, somewhere.
But here's the thing, and I know it'll go against what they taught you in church and kindergarten, but hell, we're not all equal. Or at least, not everyone deserves to be. I'm not talking that equality should be divided by race, religion, culture, gender or anything like that. In that sense I believe we all are equal peoples. But some people don't deserve to be treated equally, as people, because they aren't people. They're vermin, drags on society, terrors that haunt us and make it a frightening ordeal to let our children alone in a park or walk a street at night.
What gives them the right to take that security away from us?
The letter of the law. The fact that we can't do a damn thing about them unless we want the legal system to crash down on us.
So this has become my dream of late...
A secret society, outside the clutches of our warped views of 'right' and 'wrong', outside fear of those who govern us and who try to keep us safe but just can't, not around all this shit building up. Angels in the shadows, curses that follow after those with sin pinned on their foreheads, the banes of the ones the letter of the law can't touch. We wouldn't see them. Not all the time anyways. Maybe when you're backed up in an alley with a knife to your throat, maybe when you've got the noose around your neck and want to just vanish from the bleak world around you... maybe they could watch us, silent, protectors, like gargoyles, spirits who both avenge and defend us from what we cannot strike against, not without being labelled criminals ourselves. Mainstream society would label them vigilantes, wouldn't like them, call them murders and as evil as the people the knife in the shadows. But I think we, the lost and the lonely, police and judges, wives with no husbands, children with no parents, those who scream at night at the unfairness of it all, we all would rejoice openly and silently.
It's a better force then God, because we can see it working. And at night we'd light candles for them.
The Black Rabbits.
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