CHAINSAW GUTSFUNK

Spontaneous poetry

Sat, 03 Dec 2011 07:33:00 -0500

Whispers drift past eyelids dazed,

Stillness reflects a solitary gaze

Drifting by, a saline stream

of conciousness betrays reality.

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They drink, they dance, focus drawn limp

distracting themselves from an earthbound trip.

As dawn breaks over a brimstone town

the poison drains, tarnished cold brown

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Then the memories flood, of mortgages unpaid

of decades wasted and perceptions unfazed.

Of unborn children and commitment fears

Of meaningless fiery lust evaporating tears

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‘tomorrow is young’ on themselves they wager bet

‘like the Bon Jovi tune, we’ll see this through yet’

‘to turn daydreams of childhood that recede by the day

carried by currents of unconcious sway.

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He once dreamt of a mansion, by the Caribbean sea

of mango plantations, investment in gold mines or three

She was her father’s little princess. She wanted to be queen

She would spend her days with prince charming, benevolent future king

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Now he works night-shifts just to pay off the bills

He’s not prince charming, his demons have their own ills.

he swore he’d drown them, night after night.

yet he wakes up beside her, covered in sweat.

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In his dream he saw the mansion from his boyhood yore

It lay burning by the Aruban shore.

and the plantations they were littered with hard seed and coarse soil

reflections of life spent, devoid of toil.

His hand reached shaking, for last night’s joint

She asked him what’s wrong? he asked what’s the point

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King Charming, the sovereign, brains baked into cement

Sole master of his dominion, A West Sydney apartment.

She dropped out of high school to please him, the way her grades had years before

When her parents had divorced, back in ‘94

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Now she looked at him through cold crystal, pupils narrowed by light exposure

She saw not the ambition and confidence that drove her love’s disclosure

She wanted to say he was going nowhere, ask what happened to his dreams

of a successful small business, his love of motoring machines.

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Instead she sighed deeply, put the truth out of her mind

Her head it felt weighted by last night’s brine.

She gazed into his eyes, in their sockets vacant seemed to sit

and said ‘pass the joint, I need another hit.’

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They drink and they dance, focus stays limp

distracting themselves from an earthbound trip

To return to plain surroundings, crash landing on the bed

Where they made love and reinforced each other with the lies in their heads

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In lies they found comfort and in drink they found warmth

and in each other’s eyes they found mirrors wrapped in soft cloth.

It's been a long time coming

Sun, 12 Jun 2011 10:32:00 -0400

Sup tumblrwangs. HOLY fuck ive just realised its been six months since I last updated, a lot has changed in that time.

Beard hairs have washed up on the west australian coast confirming the death of a world-famous terrorist

Revolutions in the middle-east have jolted old men in armchairs into animated discussions over buttered scones and cups of not-really-give-a-fuck flavoured premium tea.

Aand our protagonist has just taken his first step into a future burgeoning legal career of filing lawsuits against old ladies on the behalf of corporate benefactors who chew scenery and shit 100 dollar bills. whew, thats a lot.

Over the course of the last six months i’ve made new friends, pushed the limits of body and mind in more ways than one, broken boundaries and evolved into a slightly improved version of myself. Thats what the college experience is meant to do to you and looking back I can honestly say I have no regrets, even the worst of mistakes have been ones i’ve learnt from and even the scars i’ve accumulated along the way (including this big motherfucker on my knee) are just souveniers of an existence well spent.

I’ve learned a few valuable things along the way about myself. I’ve learned that deep inside I possess an infinite reservoir of ideas and assorted bullshit which i can call upon at any time to get me out of a tight situation. I’ve learned that theres no better motivation than an inflated ego and three cans of caffeinated energy drink and also that a ruthless attitude will carry you through life, providided you dont end up pissing off too many fuckers along the way.

now that the philosophical wankfest is done, I can sit back and look at my situation. I’ve made it through a semester of university unscathed and better for it, and i’ve got 7 weeks of free time which (unlike the days before a crucial exam) i dont intend to waste. Now that the post-exam euphoria has subsided and the last drops of alcohol have seeped through the pores of my skull, I can finally focus my energies on reading more, writing more, putting out some phat beatz on the drum kit and ofcourse, getting a jeb to refuel the booze and protein tank this machine runs on.

In other words, I’m a fat guy and the world is my giant tub of ice-cream and I intend to get through it with more brute force than tony abbot chasing a refugee boat in an ocean swim with three piranhas caught in his budge smuggler.

Stay tuned for more, twats.

Waiting for Christmas...

Sat, 11 Dec 2010 01:03:11 -0500

Tis the season to be jolly, the season to recklessly drain funds from one’s savings account to celebrate a grand day of commercialism and the subsequent stimulus to the economy it will provide. On that note perhaps the greatest christmas gift this country will receive is in fact another shipping order for a few tons of coal and iron ore from our good duplicitous friends in China.

What is that I hear you say? That’s not what christmas is about at all? quite right you are! See christmas is in fact, about loving and giving. Loving your children, tolerating your annoying ex-wife, and spending your children’s college fund to buy your gold digger girlfriend some breast implants. When she breaks up with you for being a whiny sap a few months into next year, you can use the remaining shreds of gift wrap to wipe away your tears and cry youself to sleep, you pussy.

Ah who am I kidding, I shouldn’t have such a cynical attitude towards a season that celebrates togetherness and love! this brings to mind a few lines of olde, from christmas carols repeated and known all over the world…

“‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse”

Beautiful! This lovely melody was originally composed as an advertisement for Mortein nature guard automatic (tm) pest killing spray. Hell, this is some potent shit! I mean you spray this bitch right here all over yo shit, next thing y’all know, not even the dang mouse gon’ be alive to tell da tale mayne. hell yeah, when the fat man with the fuel ineffecient reindeer arrives on yo roof, he gon’ look at dat der dead rat’s ass and be all like “daym, looks like ah don’t gotta beat up mah woman for dinner tonight!”

Speaking of which, be sure not to leave your fireplace burning over the night of christmas eve! I did once and found several folds of fat all over my expensive carpet. merry fucking christmas that was.

On a more serious note, christmas means different things to different people. As an atheist even I can appreicate the mindless and contrived cliches of family love and “jingle bells” and other such classics of the gangster rap genre. As an Indian who is returning to his motherland for a month or so shortly after christmas, i can appreciate what it represents as a symbol of unity and a chance to bring communities, families and friends togethered in good natured cheer, greedy gift-unwrapping and christmas-themed episodes of my favorite shows (ah frasier…)

You’ve got those peeps who are going to derive a purely religious meaning from it. Rotund men such as Kim Jong Il and the Pope see it as an oppertunity to further their agendas against western imperialism and the use of condoms respectively (this is where i must give the pope some credit for easing his stance on the latter)

So whether you’re celebrating with your family in Kerala or Sydney, celebrating by making bombs to be used against the infidels with your bearded mates at a cave in Kandahar, Afghanistan or if you’re simply celebrating through the creation of a sarcastic and cynical account on your tumblr blog, tis indeed the season to be jolly, or atleast jovial :)

Merry Fucking Christmas season, peeps!

Turn the page, start writing....

Sun, 21 Nov 2010 07:25:44 -0500

Excuses can really be a bitch. Granted, this observation is one of reflection. When the excuses were made at first they seemed like convenient life savers. My mind proceeded to release a slight waft of dopamine, which is its reward chemical as a way of saying “good job, brah. Now I’ll have more time to spend getting turned into shit soup by trashy reality shows and an hour of facebook to convince me that I have a social life cos da random from the party 10 months ago just liked my status.”.

I’m not reffering to any specific excuses or any specific actions the excuses were used to avoid, rather excuses in general. This could be the excuse “I’m tired” used to avoid walking a mile in the sun or to avoid going out an engaging in an active social life, or the excuse “Ahm beautiful just da way ah am and da man dominated media can sukk it” used by fat, pissed off, desperate women the world over to empower themselves through the consumption of KFC.

In the end all our excuses do is reduce our productivity and make us weaker. The mind is designed to avoid pain. If you think about it, plucking a hair from the back of your head doesn’t really affect your body at all in the short or long term, and yet your pain receptors will begin sending out splooges of pain-filled electrochemical messages to your brain if one of dem hairs is yanked a little too hard. This is good because it prevents us from doing stupid shit like pulling out our teeth for fun to see what they look like (Alabama man: “dem thangs gon’ grow back, right? hyuk hyuk hyuk.”) But fact is that the avoidance of short-term pain often results in a lack of long-term gain. It’s easy to put off that 1 km run because the greasy weather man said something about clouds and showers, but then again by doing so you’d also be tricking yourself out of not just the fitness benefits, but more importantly the all-consuming feeling of alphaness that can only be experienced by one who has sprinted through the rain. It is as if poseidon himself is by your side, speaking to you in the voice of an african american college football coach and generating lightning bolts with every stride you take. As for all you pussies with your shitty “noo i’ll catch a collld” talk, I got 5 words for you- SUCK IT UP, YOU PUSSAYS!” Who cares if you catch a cold? Last cold I had lasted less than a week and besides the occasional sneeze, my life was hardly affected and it was worth it. (DISCLAIMER: Satyajeet marar takes no responsibility for the medical effects of actions carried out under the influence of his writings. Consult your physician prior to putting any of the advice found herein to effect. Symptoms can include dementia, sneezing, pneumonia and itchy cerebrum syndrome.)

Though the direct benefits of an act are themselves enough reason not to put it off with a lame excuse, sometimes we don’t even need a reason to undertake a difficult or challenging task. Sometimes the challenge itself is reward enough, and can give us a sense of acheivement that can only be trumped by chocolate-fuelled sex. Self-discipline is a quality that serves us greatly in all endeavours, but it can only be bolstered by forcefully doing things we dont quite like doing or which can result in significant short term pain. When combined with confidence or its sexy cousin, Ballsiness, ANYTHING permitted by the laws of physics can be acheived, and professional and social success is soon to follow, both of which can lead to sexual success. When Alexander the Great came to power, he didn’t use shitty excuses like “I’m a homosexual” or “All the statues of me have small penises” to stop him from setting out to conquer the world. He rode right into battle beside his own men, and through a combination of ballsiness, discipline and tactical brilliance, did just that. (though he would later turn his army back after they mutinied in India, fearing an attack by an Indian army with 5000 fucking crazy war elephants)

So be like Alexander, and perhaps we too can be the conquerors of our own self-centered worlds. Go out there and work your arse off to get that promotion, put down the pringles if your butt jiggles, turn the page, and start writing the tale of your newfound destiny.

AAAAAAND that’s the word, mofos.

Back in Black... zZzZzZz....

Fri, 05 Nov 2010 11:12:45 -0400

They say that going for more than 17 hours of sleep has the same effect on mental concentration as a blood alcohol level of 0.05%. Well I guess that means I wrote my HSC completely SMASHED.

It’s been a while since I last updated this page with some more mindless self gratified drivel cleverly disguised as observations on the mutagenic nature of life. Fact is that I care little for hollow aesthetics intended to make something “cool”. Fact is the lack of sleep I’m on means that the coherence of my words may not be as solid as I’d have liked, and fact is that this paragraph in particular is frustrating up the arse because it tricks you (the reader) into following its entire trajectory without making a single specific point about any issue of any significance of any body not currently intoxicated on weed.

Things would seem to indicate that I’ve been the crusader for well-dressed walls of text in the face of mindless photos and quotations on tumblr. Though the complete lack of original ideas I’ve seen in some tumblrs that are saturated with these features themselves appear to be hipster-ish in nature, perhaps my own cynicial criticism of them is more so. See, everything in life is relative. Chances are that the people in life whom you really hate aren’t those who are neccesarily morally bankrupt, but rather those who leave YOU bankrupt of empathy.

gee, that was deep. Now i’m beggining to understand why this lack of sleep is so similar in its effects to drug or alcohol consumption. Amongst other effects, I’ve started to see shadows creep from the corners of my eyes like Jewish telemarketers at a Nazi phone company.( Wait, did that even make any sense? )

I hope this post has taught you all something. If nothing else, I hope it has taught you all that though bullshit wrapped in a tutu is still bullshit, it can be quality bullshit if it’s shaped with tender loving care to form a well-endowed figure that does the tutu justice, for example by filling out its bossom area.

Keep tumblring, peeps.

The one question...

Tue, 14 Sep 2010 08:16:45 -0400

that can break the hearts of even the strongest of men (or women or hemaphrodites), that can shake a firm constitution and leave it in tatters, that can look a limp dog in the eye and leave it blind, that one question is…

“What if…?”

There are times in our lives when we’ve all asked ourselves this question. Usually times when we’ve been knocked down by the temporary setbacks that dog our lives. Times when even the most unbiased statistics would fail to move the fibres of grey matter between our ears. Times when logic dictates that we get up, dust ourselves off and move on to minimise the damage and maximise the rebound.

Its damaging effects stem from its inception of just one dangerous thought, that it really isn’t possible to acheive the dreams that were just out of reach only seconds ago. that its TOO LATE or impossible to change the future simply because its impossible to change the past. that a deviation from the path between point a and b has permanantly diverted our course away from point X where the treasures of our desires lie buried.

WHAT IF i hadn’t made that mistake that caused me to fail the test?

WHAT IF i hadn’t crashed my car into that lamp post?

WHAT IF i hadnt procrastinated away the days when i should have been moving forward?

As you can clearly see, with the exception of a cancer-ridden homeless man in his deathbed, there really is no reason why we should be asking ourselves such a worthless question. it forces us to act irrationally and to wallow in our own grief as if it were a swimming pool filled with whipped cream and we we’re all the obese puppies who engorge ourselves on its perceived comfort.

So my point is… the next time a mistake or someone elses mistake has brought you down, stop over-analysing it and move on. keep it firmly in the BACK of your mind and carry from it only the lesson you were meant to learn and not the self-doubt that will leave you looking back while your future is eagerly waiting for you.

so next time your mind asks you “what if.. (insert random fml moment here) hadnt happened” you look that bitch in the eye and firmly tell it to keep quiet, go back to the kitchen and make you a sammich!

The will to survive...

Thu, 09 Sep 2010 08:12:50 -0400

Is a powerful thing. When you really do think about it, its kind of ironic how so many of us roam through life without any specific purpose, yet when it does come down to it we’d probably bite kick and steal just to survive.

But one does wonder… when those primal instincts do kick in, is it really us who have taken control of the wheel in our lives? or is it something else? something far more mysterious, something forgotten long ago when our tribal ancestors gave up the allure of finding grubs beneath rotten wood for the pursuit of agriculture, commerce and sleek waterfront apartments close to public transport and the beach?

Its kind of hard to beleive that ALL of our ancestors at some stage or the other did in fact emerge from a hunter-gatherer life very similar to those adopted by tribes such as the massai of east africa and the aboriginals of australia (amongst others). When we gave up such a basic and seemingly simplistic life for a more material life in ‘civilisation’ what we really did was we gave up a lot of the connection we used to have (as a species) with the land, The same kind of connection that lets wild animals know almost immedeately of the approach of a predator, fat british tourist or any number of other possible unfriendlies.

One need only look at the delightfully fluffy and adorable abominations we call “pets” to see just what this loss of connection can do. we give them gay names that would make an oompa loompa blush, we stuff them with hormone-filled slushy mushes that taste like human food, and heck, some of us go ALL THE WAY down the phaggy highway and dress them up in cute litte tweed jackets so they can look just like their beautiful fat-fuck owners (THAZ US!!! :ppp), their only contact with the real natural world their meant to live in being the 15 minute long daily ritual that involves dragging them along on a leash across decrepit suburban wastelands (i beleive the techincal term is “WALKIEZZ”)

but seriously, what are we really doing to these animals? take them out of their sheltered existences and place them in the wilderness their forefathers used to roam proudly and they wouldnt stand a chance in hell. They’d come up to us with that adorable little look of childish innocence in their eyes that really means “feed me, you fat blob of unconditional love and internal organs”. in other words, theyd be pretty much fucked without our “assistance” cos all the pampering we mete out to them has left them soft and weak, much like what we have done to ourselves by switching to the materialistic, self-obsessed, suburban city lifestyles we have today.

Now, that might not seem like much of a big deal at this moment of time, but consider this… say this cushy little civilisation of ours were to collapse… war, famine, any number of things could cause it…. We’d suddenly be left to fend for ourselves, whats left of our natural instincts will kick in but even then, how many of us can honestly say we could navigate our way through a ravine, forage for food in a vast woodland, or run up a steep hill to avoid a rising water level due to some natural disaster..?

At least we can take solace in that we can live in this happy bubble for the moment, stroking our fat-ass pets with one hand and holding a goblet full of wine or cranberry juice in the other…

and thaz the word, mofos

What we are and what we perceive ourselves to be....

Wed, 01 Sep 2010 05:15:25 -0400

can be completely different. Being walled within the confines of our own narrow minds means that we’re often lead to beleive that we are in fact at various times and quite ironically, both the heroes and victims of our respective universes. we think that these universes revolve around us and curse them when they do not bring us the sweet moist fruits we crave so much and claim to deserve even more.

We scream in frustration and write shitty music that we think helps us deal with our own problems, ranging from poverty to obesity (and the damage both can cause to our so-called love lives) but this only accentuates our own unwarranted self-importance. We donate to charity and do good deeds, sometimes out of genuine empathy with our fellow beings, but at many times out of the selfish desire to feel good about our own otherwise dispicable charecters.

But enough with the nihilism, we are after all only human. flawed beyond measure but also possesing the ability to deal with those flaws, if we accept them. I dont pretend im perfect and frankly i’m not. I try not to let my own judgements of myself slip through to those i dont consider close, simply because it is far more convincing for them to come to the same conclusions about me through their own volition, and also because they would probably think im an egotistical sap. (arent we all?)

Truth is that those around us see sides of us that we either can’t see due to our first-person view of the world, or can’t accept because they contradict the fat blubbery bubbles we call “Egos” present in the otherwise empty space between our ears and often deep up other orifices (read: our arses).

We think we’re pretty swell people, but we may in fact suffer from arrogance, bitchyness, vanity, sloth and ofcourse, unwarranted self-importance.

But see friends, we often cannot overcome these problems by simply attempting to change our charecters. like i said, we’re only human. I find the best tactic is to mask these by keeping them on the inside and instead displaying the more desirbale charecteristics of humility and empathy. sometimes a perceived negative quality can become positive with only a small tweak. for example, arrogance can easily be converted into the more fashionable “confidence”! and that contributes to other positives like sex appeal (to an extent that can only be matched by the clipping of excessive nose hair)

So really, disregard anything i might have implied about becoming a genuinely good person, your human! love yourself, veil your contempt for others, better yourself through the impressions you give to others, and hey, if, when it all comes down to it, your gonna be looking out for #1 then what could you possibly gain by convincing yourself otherwise?

and thaz the word, mofos

The single greatest artist to influence music in the last...

Fri, 27 Aug 2010 10:36:19 -0400

The single greatest artist to influence music in the last century…. I never realised how good this song was until i got 40 seconds in

How to survive an apocalypse.. Part 1

Tue, 24 Aug 2010 04:22:19 -0400

Sup tumbleweeds.

Now, if you know me youll know that im not a big fan of conspiracy theories, and i honestly think the whole 2012 BS has been done to death.

That being said, it sure as hell ain’t no coincidence that natural disasters have increased in frequency dramatically in the past few decades, and unfortunately the poorest countries have (so far) been the most affected.

So,… could it be just a matter of time before all of us, sitting in our plush sofas or bean bags and sipping choco latte or some other yuppie shit, are affected by this trend as well? maybe… after all our pacific neighbours vanuatu and samoa were hit by earthquakes not too long ago.

So… when the supposed apocalypse does come, youd want to be in a position where you can not only survive the initial wave of disasters, but also be able to live through the disease outbreak and food shortages that would follow. and thats where this handy guide comes in! Ive drawn it up based on what i know of past semi-apocalyptic events and their long term impacts…

1. Leave Sydney

yup. a real apocalypse would be preceeded by a series of tsunamis and a general raise in sea levels (thats been happening for a while now, shucks) and this is something any hoodlum who knows shit about hollywood cliches would realise (this cliche being based off reality) so in other words, we would rather sadly have to abandon lower lying areas like sydney and navigate to higher ground, such as the blue mountains or southern highlands. even if you happen to live in suburbs located on hills (pennant hills, baulkam hills etc.), the best case scenario would be well, getting marooned on a very small island and eventually starving to death in your posh-ass homes.

2. Find food…

Yeah, this is the hard part. seems obvious, but when flora and fauna are dying all around you and supermarkets are severely understocked, it aint exactly a piece o cake. any form of agricultural produce is going to be hard to obtain, and the survivors would need to revert back to the hunter-gatherer way of life of our ancestors… and thats where kangaroos are your friend.

wild kangaroo populations have exploded in the last century, and their plump bodies are a great source of delicious meat and organs (yummeh) . Now, chances are their populations are going to deplete too if they dont find their own foodsources, but if your lucky enough to locate a surviving kangaroo population, youve basically got a free food supply(as long as you dont hunt em all at once to death). If the taste of raw-ish meats offends thy palate, giving them french names and twirling your imaginary moustache usually helps to ease the psychological impact of eating it. (as well as creating lols for your friends)

Note: If youre one of those peeps who doesnt like the idea of ingesting australia’s national symbol, i suggest you go ‘waltzing matilda’ and jump into a fackin’ billabong now cos u gon be dead, brah. yeeee.

That’ll be all for now… tune in next time for part 2 of my awesome guide. Until next time….

Looks like we've got a hung parliment...

Sun, 22 Aug 2010 04:32:26 -0400

This just really goes to show that it doesnt matter much who wins or loses. policy-wise most of the key issues of this campaign such as that of the refugee seeker problem have really been ones that i’m fairly apathetic about.

Im not saying that i don’t care for these poor and desperate souls, rather the opposite. If Australia were to let them in with minimal strictly neccesary processing on an on-shore center i would have no problems with it. The problem with gillard’s solution is that its so obviously a Nairu part II (for those of you who remember this from the howard years)

Abbots solution on the other hand (of sending the boats back) does seem very mean.. but think about this, sending the first few boats back might indeed be mean, but it would also ensure that future boat arrivals are stopped. it would encourage refugees to apply for asylum through the legitimate channels and would also avoid the high cost of gillards solution to taxpayers, not to mention the potential damage to australias international reputation that might result from her solution going messy, which it inevitably will.

The only way her solution could work is if australia somehow made a deal with America to build an offshore center on one of its pacific island territories (and surprisingly, there are many). The only issues with that arrangement would be that first, america would NOT want to dirty its hands with another international issue given the number of problems it suffers already, and secondly, theyre going to want something in return eg. more troops in iraq.

All this being said, i cant help but laugh at the irony of a nation founded by criminals arriving on boats expressing such insecurity at small boatfuls of desperate refugees. if it werent for such (mostly) xenophobically motivated sentiments permeating certain sections of the populace we could just let these guys in, process them quickly somewhere (build a processing center in an underpopulated area like central australia for example) and welcome them into society the same way that vietnamese boat people were welcomed many years ago. Besides, Australia’s rural regions need all the people they can get..

and thaz the word, mofos

The Jonas Brothers playing heavy metal! and its good! worth a...

Sun, 22 Aug 2010 04:08:33 -0400

The Jonas Brothers playing heavy metal! and its good!

worth a watch, these guys really hit that axe..

The future...

Sat, 21 Aug 2010 05:32:51 -0400

Greetings tumbleweeds. The future… is it unwritten? is it determined by fate? or is it dictated by a gandalf-lookalike living somewhere in the skies?

For all you math geeks out there, The facts of the matter are that really, what we experience as the future is determined by the sum total of our actions in the present and past, multiplied by our mindset (that which determines the extent to which we see our relatively insignificant voices influencing the broader “future”)

So in other words, if you really do beleive in a god and also beleive that this god is on your side (a pretty selfish thought considering that 90% of our society is made up of hedonistic, self-obsessed bastards), chances are that events will play out in your favour most of the time. If you are strong-willed chances are you will attribute the few times things dont go your way to this god “testing” you, buuut if your one of those weak-willed and stupid phaggots who donates to televangelists out of guilt, chances are you will see these as the times when that god has left you behind to rot in the shit that is of your own making

(gee satya, what brilliant use of imagery! all that time spent studying robert frost poems for english in india werent such a waste of time after all! hrehrehrehre)

For those of us who dont beleive strongly in a god, fate itself is made up of nothing more than the forces of nature, and the actions of other self-obsessed hedonistic bastards (read: mankind). Yet even these are boundaries we can break. Manipulate your fellow hedonistic bastards and befriend them when they bring you joy (or if manipulation is just mean), these are things that money cant buy, they become the product of pure human effort.

So rememer kids, the day we stand up as a collective and tell those whiny self-pitying “why me” saps amongst our ranks to shut the fuck up and stand with us, that will be the day when the future, will well and truly be a magnum opus… written by us

Hilarious, but it pumps you up at the same time!

Fri, 20 Aug 2010 00:53:49 -0400

Hilarious, but it pumps you up at the same time!

._.-_- :_:

Wed, 18 Aug 2010 07:29:11 -0400

So… the first day since the trials ended. I tell you, sleep is an invaluble commodity and only those whove gone three days without it can truly understand that. The bags under my eyes look so deep they could be rented out to a hibernating bear if only they weren’t filled with toxins from all the coffee ive been consuming

well enough about that, im just looking forward to tommorow. gonna probs head to a good friends place and by the end of that i will no longer be the only person in this country who hasn’t seen inception.

Besides all that, i’m happy to feel free. technically im not, seein as i got biology prac on friday but who studies for that shit anyway? well, apparently my competition does. shit is cutthroat at the moment, thats what happens when you’re in a school dominated by kids with good work ethic who look at promising futures. I just happen to be one of those kids who is genuinely interested when the teacher goes on about genetics, microbiology or spartan literature; yet while those i’m competing against memorise huge blocks of text on those topics at home im off doing something that provides more short-term enjoyment. whos going to win in the end? time will tell i guess.

anyways… thats it from me. thanks to mikey T for helpin out with the embedded musicas player. c ya soon tumbleweeds!

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Wed, 18 Aug 2010 05:35:13 -0400