The Man

"Yes! But you can't just say it, man. You've got to feel it in you're blood and guts! If you wanna rock, you gotta break the rules. You gotta get mad at the man!"

This is all about sticking it to the man.

If you don't play the game you can't win. So I'll play your game, but I won't fall for your traps. Because I've seen the middle aged men and women in the depths of despair. And I've seen the old timers with a heart full of regret.

I'll conform to your 'society'. But fear me. Fear Dick Tidrow.

I'll go to your 17 sessions of attendance school. I'll spend way too much money on pointless caps and gowns. But you can't stop me from heating up leftover lasagna at 1 in the morning. 

You can tell me you want me to succeed, then try to prevent me from doing so. You can take it all but I'll still find happiness. Because I've seen the middle aged men and women smiling. And I've seen the old timers whose hearts are filled with old joy. 

"If you wanna rock, you gotta break the rules."

I'm gonna tell you something the man doesn't want you to know, you rock. 

"One great rock show could change the world"

So here's to the kids who where raised in hell. 

Let's raise hell. 

you

I know it's unoriginal, but I'm thinking about you.

I'm not thinking about you like a fat kid thinks about losing weight, I'm thinking about you like a fat kid thinks about cake.

I'm thinking about you like I think about Paris. Because you're my ticket there. (thanks Mr. Nelson for driving me to the airport.)

I'm thinking about you like I used to think about her. But I keep telling myself it's different this time.

I'm thinking about you like plumbers think about butt cracks.

You're the leader of the 'Occupy My Brain' movement. You're hanging out on all of the corners of the side streets of my mind. You're camping on private property. And I know I should arrest you, give you a fine, or something. But let's be honest, I helped you pitch your tent. And I kind of enjoy your company.

I'm thinking about you like I think about all of the stupid things I say to you. Like broken things think about getting fixed. Like dogs think about getting fixed. I'm thinking about you like glue thinks about glue sticks.

Like I should be thinking about this math test, trying to figure out all of the problems. I'm thinking about you like formulas think about inconsistency. Like y thinks about x, and x about m, and m+b, and you and me.

I'm thinking about you like I hope you're thinking about me.

I know I'm not the only one thinking about, I know I'm not the first, and I know I won't be the last. I just hope you have a good time in my mind. But please stay away from the 'Forbidden Section'.

I'm trying to not think about you so I can get some sleep.

The Show

I'm going to go back to pretending like I know what's going on. Like I understand this world. Like any of this  makes sense. Like small talk means something.

I'll put on this show for you because it pleases you and it covers up that I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. 

I'm still trying to figuring out if God showed me all these examples of failure to motivate me or to prepare me for my fate. 

And then she asks me if she can have some applesauce and I remember how selfish I'm being. Even if I don't know success exists, I have to believe in it, for her. 

So don't worry, I'll do the dishes and I'll do my homework, not because I want to but because I don't know what else to do.  

serenity now

I'm afraid of honesty. I fear the truth.

Because sometimes the truth is socially unacceptable.

I'm afraid of never finding my Paris. Or worse not recognizing it.

I'm afraid of you. I'm afraid of your eyes and all the wrong they'll see me do. Your ears, for the wrong they'll hear me speak. And I fear your nostrils because they can smell my stench. Your lips, for the words that roll of your tongue and then drop, drop like cannon balls and they sink my ship. My ship called Self Confidence. But most of all, I fear your back. Because when I can see your back then I know I'm not even worth being judged anymore. I'm afraid of all the ways you can hurt me and all the ways you can love me. I'm afraid of looking into your eyes and not feeling uncomfortable. Of your lips, of your words rolling of your tongue and floating.   

"I'm afraid of liking the smell of my own farts"

I'm afraid of growing up. But I guess it's probably too late for that.

I'm afraid of Love. I was alone at the bar, Love offered to by me a drink. He was real nice, made me feel important. And I guess I believed him for a sec. Then he took me home. We drank red wine and he laughed at my jokes. But when I woke up, he was gone. I was Love's one night stand.

I'm afraid of children. Because their minds are too easily corrupted and I'm too capable of corruption. Because no matter how loud I turn up my headphones, I can't tune out the crying.

I'm afraid of getting up in front of the class.

"there's no way in hell you're getting out of this world alive, so you might as well have fun"

life

I used to clean the smudges of my glasses but now I just leave them. They are always going to come back. I'll never see clearly.

of rattlesnakes and love

"rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth"

-Henry David Thoreau


Sometimes I'd rather wake up and go to heaven than go to school.

I'll never know what love is. I'll never understand. Every time I think I'm starting to figure it out, right when I'm about to wrap my fingers around it, it sends me in a whole another direction. And when I say it, I have no idea what I mean.
It might be love.
Do you have to understand something to need it?

I've watched someone I love take their dying breath. I've been hurt and I've hurt others but still, I have no idea what love is. We're all baby rattlesnakes, we are the most dangerous. We have no control over our venom. Our venom is love. We are the most dangerous. We call them lips but they are really just fangs. We paralyze our prey and then we digest them. We are the most dangerous. How are we so ignorant to the warning rattling?

In the End

A wise man once said, 'it will all work out in the end'

But what about those broken hearts that never seem to mend

And the kid who never got the courage to talk to that cute girl

What about the guy who didn't get there in time, didn't stop the plane, and she got away

What about those that have died but never really lived

And those with nothing left to give

What about they that learned the hard way, that loving someone doesn't make them love you

And what about the son who knows he will never be good enough

What about the trapped in reverie

And those that aren't blind but never truly see

What about the kid who names his video game controllers because he has more of them than he has friends

And the kid who has more faith in his mind than in his heart

What about the prideful and the pride less

And all those that seem inevitable pissed

What about the embarrassed and the alone

What about the abused, the wrongfully blamed, and the unknown

What about the second chance less and the misunderstood

And the failures that did all they could

What about the hopeful and the fateful

Cause the hopeful man says 'tomorrow is another day'

and the fateful man says 'tomorrow will be worse than today'

and a wise man once said 'it will all work out in the end'

and the fateful man says 'it didn't'

and the hopeful man says 'maybe you haven't reached the end'

The End

Affirmative

I think being human consist of 3 things

• breathe- nobody likes the guy at the party that isn't breathing, nobody wants to be that guy
• think- you have the capability of thinking anything. you have the capacity to imagine, create, discover, and love, but it all starts with a thought and a thought leads to a desire and desires determine personality. when you're human you cant not think, its taking advantage of the ability to think that makes for a great human.
• act- the hardest to do independently but can be the most beneficial. humans are always doing something, (nothing is something), might as well make it something enjoyable. 

When you choose to breath, you're forced to think, and when you're forced to think, you act.

"...have a badas$ story to tell every monday"  

It's not so much that I'm worried about being robot, as I'm worried about being a being. I'm not a hero but I'm not a robot. I know I'm not a robot because I want to kiss her, and her(see above). If that's not human, I'm not sure what is. I know I'm human because I want to stand out, be different, express myself. I know I'm human because I'm trying, not just going through the motions. I have to make an impact because I am capable of it. I can comprehend, love, and experience.  I know I'm not a robot because I care too much about what people think, worry too much about what I'm wearing, and find too much joy when you compliment me than I should. I know I'm not a robot because I'm human.