Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
So I helped my cousin out with his english homework for college...
Hes been shit outta luck with time and has a bunch of shit to do for school and work so I'm helping him out by doing these bullshit journal assignments for him. I don't update this thing too much anymore so I figure why not enter it in here since its something I wrote.
He just needs something to turn in to his teacher, so I didn't bother spending too much time on it or revising. So its sloppy and poorly written but fuck it. Here it is.
The journal subject was this quote by Shirley MacLaine:
"…in order to get the fruit of the tree, you have to go out on a limb."
The journal entry:
All too often do we find ourselves stagnant in the face of potential reward and gain. We all want but so few are willing to take the risks necessary to get those wants. To some, the comfort of stagnancy blinds the will to take a direction toward a greater but potentially riskier change or outcome. There is no progress with this mind set. Those who bear this chain on their judgments will forever be stagnant in the sloth of the lives they call their own. They wait for the good of this life to come to them, however, the fruit of the tree rarely falls right into the palms of our hands.
There are also those whom have already risked and have lost in the process. They had stuck their necks out and were left with their heads hung low to the floor and the bitter taste of failure and of loss dripping from their wordless disheartened mouths. What they take from this and how they run with it determines how they go about getting the things they want in the future or if they surround themselves within a shell of cowardice and fear. Fear becomes a terrible barrier and the fear of failure through the eyes of reality is the fear of living. Once a person replaces oxygen for fear, they have begun selling their lives short. However, there are still those whom pick themselves up, mend their wounds, ask themselves what they had learned from it all, and continue to take their steps forward. Their will is undeterred and unbroken by the misfortunes of their pasts. Realizing that it remains to the end an experiment of reorienting oneself to a world of uncertainty, they carry their history with them, but do not let it bury them. The fruits of this life can be worth their risks.
He just needs something to turn in to his teacher, so I didn't bother spending too much time on it or revising. So its sloppy and poorly written but fuck it. Here it is.
The journal subject was this quote by Shirley MacLaine:
"…in order to get the fruit of the tree, you have to go out on a limb."
The journal entry:
All too often do we find ourselves stagnant in the face of potential reward and gain. We all want but so few are willing to take the risks necessary to get those wants. To some, the comfort of stagnancy blinds the will to take a direction toward a greater but potentially riskier change or outcome. There is no progress with this mind set. Those who bear this chain on their judgments will forever be stagnant in the sloth of the lives they call their own. They wait for the good of this life to come to them, however, the fruit of the tree rarely falls right into the palms of our hands.
There are also those whom have already risked and have lost in the process. They had stuck their necks out and were left with their heads hung low to the floor and the bitter taste of failure and of loss dripping from their wordless disheartened mouths. What they take from this and how they run with it determines how they go about getting the things they want in the future or if they surround themselves within a shell of cowardice and fear. Fear becomes a terrible barrier and the fear of failure through the eyes of reality is the fear of living. Once a person replaces oxygen for fear, they have begun selling their lives short. However, there are still those whom pick themselves up, mend their wounds, ask themselves what they had learned from it all, and continue to take their steps forward. Their will is undeterred and unbroken by the misfortunes of their pasts. Realizing that it remains to the end an experiment of reorienting oneself to a world of uncertainty, they carry their history with them, but do not let it bury them. The fruits of this life can be worth their risks.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
these mountains that we climb
are everything they've lost
these mountains that we move
are everywhere we look
these mountains that we move
are everywhere we look
Friday, June 26, 2009
ShareKiwiz (2:12:47 AM): sue me
Plague Years (2:12:56 AM): motherfucker i will
ShareKiwiz (2:13:04 AM): fuck bale
Plague Years (2:13:18 AM): now you're just trying to fuck me
Plague Years (2:13:33 AM): you slimey non bromance peice of work
ShareKiwiz (2:14:06 AM): hey bro
ShareKiwiz (2:14:06 AM): hey
ShareKiwiz (2:14:12 AM): dont say things you may regret
ShareKiwiz (2:14:13 AM): bro
Plague Years (2:14:24 AM): brosef
ShareKiwiz (2:14:27 AM): !
Plague Years (2:14:32 AM): you better check yourself before you wreck yourself
ShareKiwiz (2:14:45 AM): optimus dies
Plague Years (2:12:56 AM): motherfucker i will
ShareKiwiz (2:13:04 AM): fuck bale
Plague Years (2:13:18 AM): now you're just trying to fuck me
Plague Years (2:13:33 AM): you slimey non bromance peice of work
ShareKiwiz (2:14:06 AM): hey bro
ShareKiwiz (2:14:06 AM): hey
ShareKiwiz (2:14:12 AM): dont say things you may regret
ShareKiwiz (2:14:13 AM): bro
Plague Years (2:14:24 AM): brosef
ShareKiwiz (2:14:27 AM): !
Plague Years (2:14:32 AM): you better check yourself before you wreck yourself
ShareKiwiz (2:14:45 AM): optimus dies
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Have you ever felt a feeling in your dream
that hurt so bad, that when you woke up and carried on with your morning, it still weighed down on you just as hard as it did in the dream?
Fuck.
Fuck.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
If I ruled the earth
I'd sail ships over seas til sundown
Then I'd return
In dark to walk these streets alone
By day I hear the serpents calling me
This leads me from the shore in search of the deepest abyss
I am forever covering my tracks, and standing here with less than an existance
Though I hold the key to everything
This sinking feeling never dies
I'll chase my sunset laced with pride in this heartless galleon
Although I'd rather fill my lungs and rapidly descend
And lay with my thoughts under bleak starlight
I'll keep pushing on through perpetual darkness
Then in hell I'll seek my confidence...
Then I'd return, in the dark to walk these streets alone,
The twilight here wont embrace my words like waves do
The feel of dry land is making me sick
So I stand here coughing up sharks till
My neon glowing neck breaks
This sinking feeling never dies
I'll chase my sunset laced with pride in this heartless galleon
Walking through the dark here's to a new beginning
It's time to bow your heads to
A nations swinging axe
While you search for answers planted in the ground
This war with myself never ends
This war with myself never...
The only way I'd return is to an orchestra of wolves
The only way I'd return... if I ruled the earth
Then I'd return
In dark to walk these streets alone
By day I hear the serpents calling me
This leads me from the shore in search of the deepest abyss
I am forever covering my tracks, and standing here with less than an existance
Though I hold the key to everything
This sinking feeling never dies
I'll chase my sunset laced with pride in this heartless galleon
Although I'd rather fill my lungs and rapidly descend
And lay with my thoughts under bleak starlight
I'll keep pushing on through perpetual darkness
Then in hell I'll seek my confidence...
Then I'd return, in the dark to walk these streets alone,
The twilight here wont embrace my words like waves do
The feel of dry land is making me sick
So I stand here coughing up sharks till
My neon glowing neck breaks
This sinking feeling never dies
I'll chase my sunset laced with pride in this heartless galleon
Walking through the dark here's to a new beginning
It's time to bow your heads to
A nations swinging axe
While you search for answers planted in the ground
This war with myself never ends
This war with myself never...
The only way I'd return is to an orchestra of wolves
The only way I'd return... if I ruled the earth
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Awesome
We're really excited to announce that Brand New is going to be playing a short string of shows in the US in small clubs in July. These shows will be the ONLY shows Stateside this summer, so it's going to be hard to get tickets. We're thinking of you, though and as usual, we're going to be doing a special presale through Ducat King starting this coming tuesday June 2nd at noon (local time.)
The show dates are:
7/7 Chicago, IL @ Subterranean
7/8 Detroit, MI @ Magic Stick
7/9 Cleveland, OH @ Grog Shop
7/10 Philadelphia, PA @ Northstar
7/11 Brooklyn, NY @ Music Hall of Williamsburg
7/12 Cambridge, MA @ The Middle East (Downstairs)
7/17 San Francisco, CA @ Slim's
7/18 Los Angeles, CA @ The Troubadour
7/19 San Diego, CA @ Epicentre
Pre-sale tickets will be on sale TUESDAY JUNE 2ND at 12pm local time and you can get them here: http://brandnew.ducatking.com
Tickets will go on sale to the general public on June 11th.
The show dates are:
7/7 Chicago, IL @ Subterranean
7/8 Detroit, MI @ Magic Stick
7/9 Cleveland, OH @ Grog Shop
7/10 Philadelphia, PA @ Northstar
7/11 Brooklyn, NY @ Music Hall of Williamsburg
7/12 Cambridge, MA @ The Middle East (Downstairs)
7/17 San Francisco, CA @ Slim's
7/18 Los Angeles, CA @ The Troubadour
7/19 San Diego, CA @ Epicentre
Pre-sale tickets will be on sale TUESDAY JUNE 2ND at 12pm local time and you can get them here: http://brandnew.ducatking.com
Tickets will go on sale to the general public on June 11th.
Ride The Lightning
I think it's raining out. Actually im pretty sure it is.
Flashing light seeps through the window in off time beats along with the rumbles.
It reminds me of Raiden.
Ha...
I was watching Conan earlier tonight. Tom Hanks was his guest and he began talking about his thing for meteor showers. Apparently, the next one is going to be on my birthday, August 12th.
Rad.
I'll plan on getting away from the city lights on that night to look up at the lights in the sky. Considering where I plan on being by then, i'm glad the desert will be so close.
Or maybe I'll be home on that day.
I don't know.
This song/video is sweet.
I'm hungry. I think I'll go out and get something to eat.
Flashing light seeps through the window in off time beats along with the rumbles.
It reminds me of Raiden.
Ha...
I was watching Conan earlier tonight. Tom Hanks was his guest and he began talking about his thing for meteor showers. Apparently, the next one is going to be on my birthday, August 12th.
Rad.
I'll plan on getting away from the city lights on that night to look up at the lights in the sky. Considering where I plan on being by then, i'm glad the desert will be so close.
Or maybe I'll be home on that day.
I don't know.
This song/video is sweet.
I'm hungry. I think I'll go out and get something to eat.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
The Path
Marching towards salvations end
I take your hands and walk the wrong way
But will we notice that this is not ours
What are you and what am I
A tragic fucking joke?
I was much too young to understand when first told the words.
How they now resonate as the sound turns to silence and brings me with it understanding.
Falling upon remnant embers of a passion I lost.
Of a fire I let die.
Of a love I turned my back on.
But never turned its back on me.
It never left me even when I was dragging myself away to the lions.
To the death.
Embracing the end with the promise of forever.
But I can feel you weighing down on me when the day turns its head.
And last night I held the weight of the world.
As I walk towards the reflection.
And look the fucker in the face.
I recognize the ghost.
Tired and worn yet relentless.
Eyes like a fucking storm.
They hold me by the throat yet blow me the fuck away.
And you come crashing down on me with all your might and all your glory.
I open these eyes and I can see you again.
In a blurred mess of a form yet strong enough to captivate me.
I open this body and I feel you breathe and it fills these lungs.
I open this soul and you illuminate so bright this heavy darkness burns to fiery light.
There is so much work to be done.
And i'll begin in the city of sin.
I'll walk this path.
Enough distractions and insincerities.
No more lying to myself.
Back to the plan.
And it's about fucking time.
I have no regards to give.
K.T.D.
Sunday Night
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