So I think, and think, and think.
The more I think, the more I realize that this country has gone to hell, and the problems that are put on this country's youth (because we are the future! and we have to pay the debts of our fathers...) are astoundingly growing larger every damn day!
So what can we do? Make the suicide rate at an alarming high? All that will solve is the population rate. Not to say the population isn't high. Can we say fuck the adults who want to put all of their shit on us? Sure, but what the fuck is that going to solve? Can we get into the system and change it from the inside out? Sure, but we can't have any jaded motherfuckers in there. They'll fuck it up even worse!
We really need to
See this through
We never wanted
To be abused
We'll never give up
It's no use
If we're fucked up
You're to blame.
--Blink-182 "Anthem Part Two"
If we can't fix the world, we have no one to blame but ourselves.
If we can't save ourselves, we're just a mind on a shelf.
If we can't change the world, we should just give up.
If we give up, we solve nothing.
If we live like we never have before, nothing can go wrong.
If we live like we own ourselves, everything can be ours.
If we let chaos reign, we will only destroy our solvency.
If we rule with an iron hand, we will alienate those we try to change.
If we don't change ourselves, we will surely die under false pretenses.
If we die in vain, life was not worth the work.
This is our world, you just live in it.
This is our time, you just relive it.
This is our mind, you can't understand it.
This is our life, fuck you for trying to change it.
If you can't stand, get a ladder.
If you can't be, be something else.
If you can't run, walk with a friend who cares.
If this world is what you make it, we're fucked from the start. But we can change that.
"Be the change you want to see in the world." --Mahatma Ghandi.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Drugs in this country.
Here's a thought, why do we always have to have a war on drugs?
Drugs used to be legal, marijuana could be smoked openly, and some cops used to smoke it with you. Just to be on the level with you. And now, all the things that used to be ok, are fuckin illegal.
Another thought, why would you buy a tax stamp for the drugs you sell. It's admitting something illegal.
Drugs used to be legal, marijuana could be smoked openly, and some cops used to smoke it with you. Just to be on the level with you. And now, all the things that used to be ok, are fuckin illegal.
Another thought, why would you buy a tax stamp for the drugs you sell. It's admitting something illegal.
Monday, June 2, 2008
A thought on my friends...
This one comes in two parts, the part italicized comes from the myspace page I have. The rest is normal.
The more I sit around, and explore life, explore the countryside that surrounds me, explore who I am. The more I wish my friends could hang so I could tell them things that I'm thinking. Instead of via text, blog or email.
I miss interpersonal connections. It seems that as of late all I get for discourse is between my wife or my daughter and myself. Or whoever is in earshot at work. Not like I want to be close all the time to my friends. Smother them if you will. I just want to talk, someone to show whats on my mind. Or someone to at least sound something to, get an idea, bounce a thought across the mists and see what happens with it.
Is it wrong, to want that connection with someone other than those I'm connected to via blood? Is it wrong to desire to be with someone who can bounce feelings back and forth to you? Is it wrong to have feelings and not be able to get an unbiased look at them?
It gives one pause to look at their life, look at all the good things that have happened over the time, and realize that the majority of your friends were not there to see it. I enjoy things with my wife and child, but that, like working all the time, makes one dull. I crave new experiences, new things to try, see, and do. When the good things happen in my life, it seems as if no one is around to see it. When bad things happen, everyone gets to know.
Often times I wonder why I have the friends I do. Why they came to me, why they chose to be friends. And why, when shit got thick, did they either stay or go? Things like this baffle me, and keep me up some nights. But not this one. For now, I'm off to bed.
The more I sit around, and explore life, explore the countryside that surrounds me, explore who I am. The more I wish my friends could hang so I could tell them things that I'm thinking. Instead of via text, blog or email.
I miss interpersonal connections. It seems that as of late all I get for discourse is between my wife or my daughter and myself. Or whoever is in earshot at work. Not like I want to be close all the time to my friends. Smother them if you will. I just want to talk, someone to show whats on my mind. Or someone to at least sound something to, get an idea, bounce a thought across the mists and see what happens with it.
Is it wrong, to want that connection with someone other than those I'm connected to via blood? Is it wrong to desire to be with someone who can bounce feelings back and forth to you? Is it wrong to have feelings and not be able to get an unbiased look at them?
It gives one pause to look at their life, look at all the good things that have happened over the time, and realize that the majority of your friends were not there to see it. I enjoy things with my wife and child, but that, like working all the time, makes one dull. I crave new experiences, new things to try, see, and do. When the good things happen in my life, it seems as if no one is around to see it. When bad things happen, everyone gets to know.
Often times I wonder why I have the friends I do. Why they came to me, why they chose to be friends. And why, when shit got thick, did they either stay or go? Things like this baffle me, and keep me up some nights. But not this one. For now, I'm off to bed.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
The Eternal Struggle
Life is always about two sides. Good and bad, Heaven and hell, Page and Plant...
The struggle for me is light and dark. I've always been embroiled in conflict, in anger, in sorrow. But I've also had joy, love, and blessings man can't comprehend. I feel so weird sometimes that I fight amongst myself even on the greatest day.
Example for ya. Thursday this last week (5/15) I was at the park with my wife, enjoying subs from the local place that we love. In the cemetery, on what was the most beautiful day of the year so far. Looking over the pond. When across the street on the outside of the cemetery, their was a guy getting taken down by the cops. It was a wild time! But I still enjoyed it.
Even in a good time in my life, there is conflict. But I try to walk the line between the light and the dark. Even though at times its difficult, when something goes bad in my life, I tend to focus more on the dark than the light, but when things are going good, I tend not to think about the dark, and focus on the light. The light is great, many good things have happened when I focus on the light in my life. And thats all that life is about, finding balance, or balancing in favor of the positive, the things that move life forward.
The struggle for me is light and dark. I've always been embroiled in conflict, in anger, in sorrow. But I've also had joy, love, and blessings man can't comprehend. I feel so weird sometimes that I fight amongst myself even on the greatest day.
Example for ya. Thursday this last week (5/15) I was at the park with my wife, enjoying subs from the local place that we love. In the cemetery, on what was the most beautiful day of the year so far. Looking over the pond. When across the street on the outside of the cemetery, their was a guy getting taken down by the cops. It was a wild time! But I still enjoyed it.
Even in a good time in my life, there is conflict. But I try to walk the line between the light and the dark. Even though at times its difficult, when something goes bad in my life, I tend to focus more on the dark than the light, but when things are going good, I tend not to think about the dark, and focus on the light. The light is great, many good things have happened when I focus on the light in my life. And thats all that life is about, finding balance, or balancing in favor of the positive, the things that move life forward.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Between the Worlds
I sit in a world of madness looking for sanity.
I long for it, in a world of wars, inflation, recession, foreclosures, disease, disaster, death.
I go through the day looking for a way to deal with the madness. I try to become myself, but the more I do, the more people around me seem to think I need to be like them to fit in. I look for the sanity, in my work, my play, my "me" time. But I'm lacking it, I don't know where to find it...
So, on the weekends when I get myself alone. I sit down, I strap in, I turn on, and just let the world fall aside for a few hours. And get lost in the feeling of the stream of sanity into my head. I wait the entire week, just for a small taste of a life where I'm not judged on what, who, why or if I am. Where nothing matters but beat, rhyme, prose and rhythm. All I care about when I'm in the world between the left and the right, is just being.
Just enjoying what comes into my ears.
Just loving myself, and being me. And in that moment, I feel it. I am god in that moment.
I long for it, in a world of wars, inflation, recession, foreclosures, disease, disaster, death.
I go through the day looking for a way to deal with the madness. I try to become myself, but the more I do, the more people around me seem to think I need to be like them to fit in. I look for the sanity, in my work, my play, my "me" time. But I'm lacking it, I don't know where to find it...
So, on the weekends when I get myself alone. I sit down, I strap in, I turn on, and just let the world fall aside for a few hours. And get lost in the feeling of the stream of sanity into my head. I wait the entire week, just for a small taste of a life where I'm not judged on what, who, why or if I am. Where nothing matters but beat, rhyme, prose and rhythm. All I care about when I'm in the world between the left and the right, is just being.
Just enjoying what comes into my ears.
Just loving myself, and being me. And in that moment, I feel it. I am god in that moment.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Intro
Hi there. I'm Jason...or Crow as most of you know me.
With this blog I'm going to explore the more shadowed side of my personality.
Those of you thrown by the BOS in the title are not wholly mistaken. This is a book of shadows. Of a different kind.
To quickly explain, backin high school, my best friend told me about an idea to start writing/sketching in a notebook, and let no one see it. Or at least those close to you...I know the blog kinda defeats that purpose. But this is my sounding board. So I hope you like, bookmark this in firefox to get all the updates...gotta love the 'fox!
Since I have to be back at work in 8 minutes, I must fly!
With this blog I'm going to explore the more shadowed side of my personality.
Those of you thrown by the BOS in the title are not wholly mistaken. This is a book of shadows. Of a different kind.
To quickly explain, backin high school, my best friend told me about an idea to start writing/sketching in a notebook, and let no one see it. Or at least those close to you...I know the blog kinda defeats that purpose. But this is my sounding board. So I hope you like, bookmark this in firefox to get all the updates...gotta love the 'fox!
Since I have to be back at work in 8 minutes, I must fly!
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