Posts Tagged rant

Annoyed.

January 25, 2008 at 4:11 pm · Filed under Journal typed things, Random Rants ·Tagged , , , , , , ,

Morning: A two and a half hour bus journey to get to a place I didn’t need to go, only to come back 10 minutes later on another slow, boring bus, full of slow, boring people, traveling past slow, boring places.

I woke up late. I got the bus. I wasted £2.50 of my money for a bus ride that I didn’t need to attend. I arrived at school, and then quickly realized that school wasn’t on.

No, it wasn’t a Saturday, it was academic review day: a day where teachers can at last tell parents about their kids putting condoms in maths books; or swearing at teachers; or starting fights; or taking drugs behind the buildings; or skipping lessons; in other words, being rebellious and contemptuous towards ‘authority’.

So, I spent 5 minutes at school, waited for a bus for nearly half an hour and was overall very annoyed, and very bored. This created a general feeling of what some people call being ‘pissed off’.

I’m still a bit irritated.

And sadly, this post is of no political relevance.

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What I learned at school today.

January 19, 2008 at 7:49 pm · Filed under Journal typed things ·Tagged , , , ,

I learned that it’s really fun to make subliminal message animations in flash. Yes, it’s inane, asinine and….well pathetic, but it’s hilarious.

Plus, I invented a cool game to cure the boredom of hours of fruitless I.T lessons.

My life has a purpose – to make childish subliminal animations!

Genius.

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Die for your country, sucker

January 19, 2008 at 7:48 pm · Filed under Misc. Poems, Politics ·Tagged , , , , , , , , ,

Die for your country
It’s ever so heroic
Noble and valiant
And don’t you know it?

Die for your country
In precious dignity
Bleeding to death slowly
For your wonderful king

To perish slowly and in agony
For a false cause
To die for the sole reason
Of getting some oil

Die for your country
It will make you a star
To kill for some fascists
While they watch you being massacred
Or blown to smithereens
While they watch you get shot
Merely to buy them fast cars and mansions for them and their queens

Die for your country
Murder for the king
You’ll be a not-so-living legend
Just you wait and see
Once you’ve been dehumanized
Brainwashed and put through misery
People will love you
Or will they call you a coward?

According to the warmongers
They’ll be ever so proud
Once they’re holding wads of blood-money
Thanks to your sorry ass

You’ll go down in history
Once you’ve died for the bourgeoisie
For they’re sick killing spree
For them it’s just a sport
A barbaric sport to say the least

So, make your decision
What will you do?
Will you join the homicidal jihad
Or be a real hero
And live, flourish, prosper and grow
And not go do their dirty work
They’re illegal wars of corruption
Fight for something worthwhile
Fight against this unjust, political disease

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Submissive Existence

January 19, 2008 at 6:00 pm · Filed under Misc. Poems, Random Rants, society ·Tagged , , ,

Run away
From domestic tyranny
Run away
From the nothing that lies here for me
Run away
From predicting my own future
Prophesies of failure
Futility and failure

Living someone else’s life
Run away
And forget this life

People starving
Bloody murder
Torture
Rape
No one gives a damn around here
So I’ll leave it all
Leave naive, narrow minded crowds
Go somewhere else

I can’t do this
It’s not for me:
Broken promises
Empty aspirations

Not getting anything out of it
Obsequious survival
Obstinate me
Unchallengeable existence

Why am I not giving anything
To the ones who need it most

I’m tired of accepting
Other peoples values
Other peoples morals
Capitalist folly

Sick of broken promises
Empty aspirations
And I’m sick, of everything else

I’m not praying to air anymore
Not waiting for a myth to hear my calls

Naturalized to stabbing
To shootings and violence
Clearly the norm in a world full of despots
I want a real life
To give something else
To care about others
And not just myself

I’m sick of broken promises
And empty aspirations
And I’m sick,
Sick of everything else

I want to just run,
Run away
For good

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