running out of time

so, before we're completely doomed in the bondage of tailored suits and the little prisons of cubicles and the neverending race of social climbing,

before we become so elegantly posed for death,




let's go insane for one last time.

for you(know who you are)

他_迷住了我的双眼　

他_改变了我的时间

he has no business being there

he has no business being here

他_挡住了所有光线　

他_需要我跪在面前

stop

we need to stop thinking that we are unique individuals who are physically and intellectually different from the rest of the world.

we need to stop assuming that the universe revolves around us.

we need to stop falling in love with everyone that stumbles across our paths.

we need to stop overanalyzing every scene we encounter, every affair we have, every theory we invent.

we need to stop making idol threats to the ones around us.

we need to stop celebrating the death of conventions.

we need to stop believing that we will grow up to be heroes and save humanity in the face of carnage and chaos.

we need to stop writing songs about honor, love, pain, revenge, and everything else that we pretend to understand.

we need to stop having faith in hopeless people and meaningless concepts.
















you see...

there really is no conspiracy,
and there is no need for our revolutions,
crusades,
and complications,

because the world is really all in love.

naperthrill! [1]

today we came back to suburbia and did the usual: went off to carribou coffee on 59th [2], then sat amongst the high schoolers with letterman jackets and emo haircuts.

soon we realized how small and happy those annoying little pricks looked, and how old and bitter we have become. too old to learn a language, too old to become a star athlete, too old to excel in an instrument thus too old to pursue the juvenile aspiration of: "i wanna be in a band!", and etc. [3]


yup, annoying little prick-like offsprings of upscale suburbanites waist-deep in cash are indeed soaked in their blissful ignorance with no concept of future, all they had to worry about was who to take to the prom. those were the days...




[1]
Naperville is a city in DuPage and Will counties in Illinois in the United States, voted the second best place to live in the United States by Money Magazine in 2006.The United States Census Bureau estimated the population in 2006 at 147,779. Naperville is the fifth largest city in the state, behind Chicago, neighboring Aurora, Rockford, and Joliet. Approximately 100,000 Napervillians live in DuPage County, while about 50,000 reside in Will County.

Once a quaint farming town, Naperville has evolved into a wealthy city due in part to a massive migration of professionals in the 1990's seeking jobs and globally renowned public schools. This can be seen in part by the enormous growth of high-tech companies such as Tellabs, Lucent Technologies and the BP North American Chemical Headquarters, all located in Naperville. With 150,000 Napervillians averaging $150,000 family incomes, the construction of thousands of multimillion dollar houses across the city has resulted, making Naperville the wealthiest city (with a population of 90,000 and over) in the entire country. U.S. News and World Report recently ranked both Naperville School District 203 high schools among the top 3 percent of high schools in the country. Also, District 204's Neuqua Valley High School and Waubonsie Valley High School won the Grammy Gold Signature School award in 2005 and 2007 respectively, ranking them top in the nation for a music program in a high school.


[2]
nothing else to do after the tragic nightly closing of carribou, wendy's and dunkin donuts? there's always the ever so fabulous 24-hour jewel osco!* you can never get bored of being pushed around in a cart and spending hours starring at the different varieties of gummy vitamins at the drug section!

*i am full of constructive criticism ♥♥♥


[3]
but you know it really is just the nature of the game:)

safety tips

holy mother, is anger a powerful emotion.

when melancholy or the lack of motivation strikes, anger will get you to places! so quit sitting around moping and pondering aimlessly. collect all of your irritation, heartbreak, indecisiveness, laziness, etc., and translate it into anger, then project it onto the world.


so go ahead, break a bottle or two! throw some bricks! smack some bitches! burn down this town! it'll be good for your health.

you will be uncomfortably energetic and you won't stop be able to stop till the victim of choice is thoroughly victimized!



god it feels fantastic to be a villain.

(lie)dumpster

i can see everything that you can't see...

even the fabrications so exquisitely composed in your head,

that you will feed me with your signature
down-to-earth eloquence.


but i believe they are incapable of leading me astray,

nothing (really) is but my own self-fashioned hope,
(...in which you took a lead role in engineering).


you (should) know that i will (only) accept all or nothing.

i'm (not) afraid of happy endings,
i'm just afraid my life won't work that way.
and i am afraid of forgiveness,
and you will (not) be absolved.


please don't string me along (on your Columbus-esque journey),

because my most treasured beliefs will (yes, they will) walk out the door with you.


do it (if you do) and i will be the cause of your demise.

in conclusion...

everything ends at some point.

all beliefs walk out the door, sometimes faster than you can find replacements.

the world is dynamic. everyday you are one step nearer death, especially after your freshman year of college, time will fly and leave you helpless. and after your death, time will render all your achievements and glories to dust. then you cease to exist.

i hate growing up. i hate the future. i hate reality. i hate having to become the very thing i hate: a product of society, another mindless slave to the system. but what can you do about it? if im forced into the food chain, i know i'd rather be on the top. i'm selling out.

funny how eager you were to grow up. you dont even realize what you had until it's gone. when you lose your innocence, you lose the power to believe.

so hold on to those memories, my love, and guard them with your life.

because those days are never coming back.


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