OCCUPY & REBEL.
(Source: kepttheskin)
So what the fuck are you going to do, kid? Still rattling at the chains of the gates of the world. But you can’t quite pretend, still tasting youth’s bitter exile here in your empty generation’s wasteland; where all the things that you’ve been clinging to are being ripped from your hands. Restless soul, this place will never be your home. And if you wanna have it all, you’ve gotta let it all go. Before the adult world strings you up and skins your skinny bones clean to the bone. Because all this time you’ve been searching for something real and now the pressure is coming down on you. You’ve gotta turn this despair inside out and turn it into your way out. ‘Cause heaven knows you’re sinking and I know we’re much the same. So cheers to our rebel hearts; not just another fuck you, but a bedside love song for a chosen few. We feel like we’ve been left in the wind to die in the dust with no one speaking to us, so we are speaking up. Throwing out our anchor against the fear, your revelation time is near. So try and listen to the voice urging you on, saying…
This is it kid, this is your last chance. And this is the only way to glory, and this is our last dance.
I have spent most of today trying to come up with a scheme to transport myself back to Dublin as soon as possible. I think I’m going to do it.
“How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?”
— Charles Bukowski, Factotum
(Source: distempered)
When you make it to your driveway,
Will you call to let me know that you’re ok?
And when you make it to your bedroom,
Do you collapse on your bed right away?
Or do you lay and think about how fucking lonely you’ve become?
You’re obsessed with revenge and it’s starting again,
Bad tattoos oh and losing the saddest of friends.
Ache through the days, ‘cause you’ll never mend your ways.
When you make a decent living, will you buy me a train set and a hat?
So that I can sit alone in my room, sending people away from the ones they love.
Or crash them into buildings, explosions, derailments and screaming children.
Oh my god, I think I’m in love.
Yes, I know that this must be love when you ache through the days,
Because you’ll never mend your ways.
The world’s biggest military spenders at a glance. America’s budget crisis is prompting tough discussions about its defence spending, which, at nearly $700 billion, is bigger than that of the next 17 countries combined.
Via: The Economist
February, 2010. I am somewhere in the top right of this photo, getting intimate with 50 or so beer-filled strangers in a mangled pile of bodies.
It was one of the best weekends of my life & I’m going back to the same place this weekend! Should be… interesting.
Good times never seemed so good.
