Punch out fun

It'd be a good thing, i think, if i could shall we say introduce a certain person to my fists and possibly knee and forehead. Yes, i'm angry/annoyed/frustrated, but sometimes there really sin't anything you can do about the situations.

So you feel like causing bodily harm to someone instead.

I hate how things have happened. but que sera.


On other news, i've been thinking. You know I'd put down the pen (figurative of course, haven't actually held an ACTUAL pen in a long time.. and definately not voluntarily) save that the stories are still there. i still imagine scenes, characters, plots, quotes... it's just that the words don't flow anymore. I mean even when it comes to writing blogs, i don't want to whinge and bitch and whine and even more than that i don't want to make syself out to be some modern day confucious cos I sure as hell aint that. I've got no respect for people who try to be deep and only come off as being pretentious prats with nothing else to do.

Which explainsthe many aborted posts of late.

Writing... I still enjoy it honestly. I find that I like writing stupid things, or meaningful things, or just things in general. It's just that i've been finding of late less to say.

Maybe i'm getting old?

I'm wondering...
- whether family trends recur
... whether respect lost can be regained
... whether I'd have the heart to actually make good on my thoughts/words and beat someone. Actually focus my mind to the physical bodily harm of another human being. No matter how deserving they may be.
... whether i will find my muse again
... why the idea of dying still refuses to shut up. It's funny, it' just keeps offering itself as an alternative to having to live through the hard things in life.
... who God is trying to make me become....
... whether i can afford to have a 21st...


Questions questions, but i still don't have my answers

Chains

Everyone has chains.

Or everyone has HAD chains.

Sometimes the people who had chains get caught again.

Sometimes the people who are chained don't realise that they are, and they wonder why life is so hard to live. Why things seem so strife filled.

Sometimes the people who are chained know that they are chained... but don't know how to really be free.

Sometimes... they like the chains.


I have my chains.

And the only way i can see of breaking them lies in Christ... but i do wonder though.... does he ever get tired of me coming with the same ol things?

I know the answer to that. But i still wonder that sometimes.

At least I know my chains. Some of them at least.

Some.... even those who have lived far longer than I never do.

I really can't do anything without my God. And this is not an excuse to not do anything. It's just noting the truth that i do rely on God to keep me right.

I'm too stupid to do it alone.

K

Why Cry ~ lYric Time

You nkow honestly, the only reason i watched the whole video was because I couldn't be sure if the guitarist was dave navarro, but hey the song grows on you!

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The Panic Channel- Why Cry
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I've been feeling lonesome
I'm down, don't know what to do
I let you lie to me
plant seeds inside
to see them grow
only to leave them to die

I learned my lesson
I won't be forgetting
I won't give my heart out
without suspecting
why cry
why cry
why cry
for you

I've been lost and finding
out that I've been such a fool
you thought you'd stick around
until the day you found
someone to make me obsolete

I learned my lesson
I won't be forgetting
I won't give my heart out
without suspecting
why cry
why cry
why cry
why cry
for you

I learned my lesson
I won't be forgetting
I won't give my heart out
without suspecting

I learned my lesson
I won't be forgetting
I won't give my heart out
without suspecting

I learned my lesson
I won't be forgetting
I won't give my heart out
without suspecting

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