I say that men and women were never created to be equal, but to explain it, I would generalize it further, people were never created to be equal. The whole point of this is that we are all unique, but also the same. The times are changing, the world is becoming more 'equal'. And saying it in the most polite manner, it is not equality, it is a sort of handicapping. We give opportunities or an edge for those who are weaker. Not to be offended by what I said but it is basically true, women strived for equality almost all the time, but the greatest frustration that they will always have is that they can never be equal to men. We were created not in the intention of being equal, And I would clarify on the topic later, but rather as another distinct being.
And to return to the topic said, We weren't created to be equals, the fact of the matter is that men will always be dominant, it is one of the laws of nature. But the irony of it is that men can do what the hell they want and they have the power to control, to change, to shape, to destroy things in this world. They can have all the power in the world but one thing still baffles us, who are we doing this for? It is ironic to think that the person who has all the power, is still controlled by a lesser being. Men always hunger for women, due to the actuality of the mystery that they contain. Women is indeed the enigma of desire, and men will always want something that they cannot understand.
- Quisie Bitch
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papawme- November 9th, 14:01
Stop or I'll shoot, gangster girl. Your love has got my guns firing, in the line-up your the one I'm admiring. What do you say? I love you.. You have the right to remain silent and the right to legal counsel. Oh gangster girl, you took my heart away. I'll get it back from you someday, when you get out of jail.
You used me like a last day's paper, lay me down and let your dog do his job. But that's alright, At least I have a use for you. You got me on my feet and on to the real world, to a world of heartbreak and pure misunderstanding. Don't worry, I'll be fine as long as I have the memory of you shooting me down like your useless cow. The last thing I saw is you, holding that double-barrel shotgun. They say I've seen the light, indeed, I did. It wasn't a revelation nor an epiphany. It was the trigger that you pulled, I saw the light and it went right through the middle of my eyes. You blew my mind girl, you really did. And my heart that beats for you no longer beats, you killed it with your ignorance.
And the last breath I take, would be the one that I take as I attempt to say...
- Green Eyes?
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- papawme
- November 5th, 13:24
Envy, not jealousy. In terms of their definition, envy is an emotion expressed or not expressed with regards to a non-acceptance of the fact that someone else has. Envy revolves around the notion that a person wants what the other person has, usually followed by feelings of malevolence towards the other person. With as to jealousy, it is defined as the fear of losing something/someone you own to another.
So, deciding on the situation, I would say that its envy. And if we would take excerpts from literature, there is really no such thing as jealousy. It is given in the selection in the novel by Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes: "No one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone." If only people really believe that. And given the retraction Coelho made just after the profound statement he gave, it just makes the whole thing more confusing. "That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it." If you are a romantic or a anywhere near that, you would easily construe the quote as the most chivalrous thing. But from the point of view of someone who doesn't really understand the underlying meaning of love or other forms of it, it only gives us the permission to be with anyone you want. My interpretation of it, in my own words and in example, is that I can love you and you can love me, but it doesn't mean that it will end there. I can also love other people and there is no limitations to our relationship, I can have sex with other people and so as you. So, to sum it up, open relationship or non exclusive relationship. Well, if you ask me, that is the true expression of freedom. And to think that s/he can't jealous about the situation given the definition above that it is the fear of losing something/someone you own, and it also can't be envy because you are also having what the other person is having. The perfect mistake.
Still, I'm getting green eyes, not because I eat too much vegetables, but because I don't have what he has. *laugh* I can taste the bitterness of what I am saying.
*looks at feet*
*puts hands in pocket*
*kicks rubbles*
*walks away*
- MALadjusted.
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- papawme
- November 3rd, 20:59
While working on the "ideas" I'll put on my sad story, I took a time off to check on my mail and other stuff concerning the internet. I typed in, F-A-C then down. Figures, its already on the history of the computer, given that this is such a "boring" sembreak. I typed in the necessary details, waited for the page to load, and gave the loaded page a piercing look. To give a more vivid description, my eyebrows were forming a V and my eye veins were pumping along with my forehead arteries. Maybe that was an exaggeration, but still, its not that I am angry, its just that I am confused? or maybe.. maybe something else. But the point is, I was left in shock by what I saw. I was offended and turned on simultaneously, very weird. Maybe I am a little devil (Little is used not in terms of size), but to say that I am? Fuck you! Seriously, I want to fuck you, on the couch? Or on the dining table? Or on the back of my car? Or on your sister's bed? Or on the sink? Or on a dark alley? Or even in front of your~ *calms self* Anyway, what I am trying to say is that.. What am I trying to say? Waaahh, I lost my train of thought. Maybe some other time....
*whistles*
*looks around*
- Dead Long Ago
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- papawme
- October 5th, 23:02
Inspired by the music of Brainsalad, I have been listening to this one particular song. Yeah, the band kinda sounds morbid or just plain psycho. But the band pretty much tosses my brain into salad, heavy lyrics combined with good music. It gives me a lot of things to think about, and eventually disassembles my brain into this lump of meat. So, I'm going to talk in my nonsensical way again. Good luck to me, hope I do well.
Well, so it begins. I said that I loved you, that wasn't a lie. But each time I'd say these words, the harder I try. If only a compromise just to save this thing's soul. But if a word was a weapon, I'd have been dead long ago. I'll interpret this in the saddest way and the angriest way possible, *laughs* most common interpretation of this, especially by those who have a lack of understanding and are easily dragged by their emotions, is this is a lie. A euphemism used by those who can't really deal with the reality of the situation. Saying, "I'm trying to make this work but.." or "I love her but.." Fuck your buts, (pun intended) you've already hurt the person and you can't say it straight? Say that it's like ripping off a band aid and I'll rip your head of like a band aid. Fuck, even if you pull it slowly or jerk that damn thing off, there is still a wound there, that's why there's a band aid. All I'm saying is that not saying directly how you are feeling or how you lost the feeling for a person is not for the benefit of the other person, that's just an excuse. Its always about you, the way that you have dealt with the situation is actually self-serving. All you have done is made a self-serving excuse just to "ease the pain" for the person. But in reality, you just can't fucking deal with the situation properly.
I'm gonna say it, what I've said goes beyond all that I believe and what I am used to, I realized that just now. To explain further, I was raised to believe that women are beneath men. Men are born with a higher intellect and understanding, and as the higher beings, we should somehow sympathize with their situation. And as a courtesy to women, men should give them the illusion of control. Yes, you heard me, the illusion of control. Make them think that they hold the relationship together and that they are indispensable to us. Make them feel loved, make them feel important, make them feel in control. And in that way, you have control. Let them make decisions and make them think that you follow or obey their decisions. You would think that this is going only to one bottom line, lie to them. No, do not lie to them, Just don't tell them the truth. There is a slight difference between the two, lying is when you make up stuff that basically would lead to your downfall. But with not telling the truth, you answer vaguely or avoid the situation completely. in both cases, there is always a leeway, it gives us what some of us call benefit of the doubt.
Biased? I am, and always will be.
- And I Say..
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- papawme
- August 22nd, 17:49
Our plans were foiled. enough said.
- a Day in My Eyes
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- papawme
- August 3rd, 23:35
exhausted
In case you don't know, this is a regular day, it's a monday, August 3, 2009. Everything here is basically true.
Exhausting, the word that would best describe this day. Waking up earlier than 8am just means that this is going to be the day, the day in which I woke up earlier than 8am. And as if waking up 6am isn't enough, I have to exert so much effort in staying awake as I listen restlessly to the monotonous voice of my ever amusing mentor. All I can say is, "Take out the pillows, gentlemen, for this morning we shall sleep." I whisper discreetly to my comrades. Then a thought stumbles to my head, "no rest for the wicked." I bring out my pen, or rather, borrow the pen of my faithful squire, and say, "Show no mercy, for you shall receive none." I pondered tirelessly to my workings. And as i finished, I look to the east, light blinds me, as pure as it can be. then i turn my head, I cannot take the light, it is too pure for my sickly mind. then fade out.
I climbed the tower and passed through the ten doors along the halls, then I entered the next, It is of moss and leaf. The room of leaf and moss i say, and yet it is not claimed. As I enter the passage, I submit my baggage and as I do so, I find a gem of iridescent beauty that lies in front of me. I dare not touch for it is forbidden, i stare at it endlessly wondering what would it feel like to have such beauty, to hold it in my hands, to touch its never ending glow, to feel its flushed surface. I drool, and I began to shake. Something arrives at my doorstep, something unexpected, something, something. Hours passed and the two hands thrust into the sky. I step out of my lowly cage and i fix my eyes as the blinding sun joined by the blinding beauty strikes my eyes. I stand along the hallway, along the road, and I watch, I watch as the light turned around and walked away. I bow my head and i take a gulp of my own saliva. Then I stepped down my tower. And fade out.
The pawn of the enemy approaches, I sit restless as the horsemen of apocalypse approach. There is nothing I can do to prepare myself for the wrath of the unknown, all i can do is to brace myself for the next few hours and take the beating of my life. "The horsemen approach!" my swift scout announces, I prepare my steed and took the apocalypse head on. I have no fear, I have no fear. Recurring thoughts to my conscious mind. I have no fear, I have no fear. There is no use, the fear envelopes me as the shadow of the unknown devours me. There is no escape, But my reckless determination proves to be unmoved. I stood up and held my pen at the neck of the unknown. The outcome is favorable, maybe at least to me. The worst is over, or is it? Then I held my position for a moment, I held it good. Again I look east, the light blinds me, then I turn away. Exhausted by the test of time, I sit on my blue stump and my consciousness wanders through the chilly air that is built around me. I listen to the grueling songs of the jester as I await the coming of my innocence. But it doesn't come. No, it does not. then fade out.
I look out the halls of my own glory and i watch as the purity and chastity is taken into the darkness by the witches of misfortune. I can do nothing, all I have to do is to watch, watch as the harlots rob me of my innocence, my purity. "I will have you, I will," wishing I can utter those words with all courage, but I cannot, I do not know why, but I cannot. Fade out.
After despairing at my loss, I travel across the plains, I stopping on the cavern of staffs and magic orbs. Taking on the tricks of the mind and slights of the hand. I look around, nothing to look forward to. As I enter the brink of hopelessness, A siren calls out my name, I turn my head. A siren, as pure as the snow, smooth as the night that flows by. Bound to her beauty, under the spell of her undying allure. To far deep, I cannot look away, I cannot sway. And yet.. Fade out.
- No Excuse, Just Reasons.
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- papawme
- August 2nd, 13:03
bouncy
Reason above all reason. Give me a reason that transcends all. A reason that will way the minds of all. A reason that is beyond all logical reasoning. An illogical reason to say the least, not an excuse, a reason. Some thing that is held true with no proper proof.
I want a contradiction with no opposition, a container that does not contain, a pain that cannot be felt. I know that these are nonexistent, but I dare not come to the point of disbelief. To live in a world of pure conflict, a world where the truth is based on the foundation of the lies that we build around us. A world where trust is made through the tangles and threads of deceit. Happiness that is obtained through the loss of a loved one. Where good is acquired through the evil that is held within. That world would seem to be a figment of my imagination, yet look around you. Isn't this the world that I just defined?
Life is indeed stranger than fiction. Why? fiction has to make sense. I know that all that I said doesn't make sense, that's life.
- Dreams be Dreams
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- papawme
- August 2nd, 12:55
silly
Something takes hold of you at some moment in time. Brace yourself, brace yourself.
I never took hold of the idea that seems to be bothering me right now. I have no mastery of my own thoughts, As you could say, I am a slave to my own thoughts. Thoughts that are so absurd, that even unicorns laugh at my expense. dreams be dreams, as Mr. Johnson said. I never knew the difference between dreams and the other one. It seems to me that there is no end, like a story with no resolution, it's all rising action, no climax, nothing to look forward to. It never ends, it ne~
- Objects Float in Space
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- papawme
- August 2nd, 12:46
- dirty
Murakami is such an asshole, and even though he feeds me shit, I take it all. That's right, I take it all.
We are all objects floating on, no stopping, no change of direction, nothing. And at some point we might collide with another object, we change direction or we might stop. But I don't, I am so far away and alone in my own space that there is none to collide with. So my only consolation is to catch a glimpse of another object, and at that moment, bliss. It's a second of pure ecstasy, nothing else matters. Just wishing that it collides with you at some point, but it doesn't. It is far from colliding with you. It just leaves you with the memory of its never ending movement. It leaves you wondering, someday. It gives you false hope, it gives you nothing.
Just that moment, that moment of bliss. A second that you will remember forever.
- understandable.
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- papawme
- August 1st, 22:45
indifferent
A question was brought upon my attention, What would be better, to misunderstand or to not understand at all? I still have no answer to that question. To misunderstand the underlying meaning of something or not to understand it at all?
To misunderstand, you put effort to it and yet to know that all your efforts are put to waste. To not understand, you do not bother to assert effort, knowing that this could be a waste of time. Ignorance, that is what it all comes down to, both are ignorant. The ignorant fool tries to understand and still he is left with a big question mark.
I do not like to understand. I do not want to know the underlying meaning. No, I don't. I want the mystery that wraps my mind, it gives me a thrill. It gives me that needed push. It gives me the motivation to understand why not to understand.
Contradiction, the irony of life. We try to understand life and yet it is something that seems to be unable to understand. Tell me when you understood life. Tell me when you found the underlying meaning of your existence. Do not tell me what it is, just tell me that you understood. Then I will tell you that you misunderstood. All your efforts go to waste. We are not suppose to understand life. It is supposed to be a mystery. That's what makes it good. To know that there is something to look forward to, to know that life's mystery will be revealed to you when the time comes. To know that you can never understand life and yet you still live it.
So as I approach you my friend, tell me, tell me. Will I ever understand life? Probably not, but our time will come.
- True Story
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- papawme
- August 1st, 21:58
curious
A story that is very true is somewhere hidden in all this words.. good luck friend, this game is called wasting your time.
It's 3pm and it's a wednesday. I look up, I look left, then right. Sun is up, sun is shining. Sun is burning through my skin. I sit in my little blue stump and I listen, I listen. Listening to the rustling of the wind. Calling me out as I watch the trees. They sway back and forth as if they are also listening with me. I listen, I look down and i gaze on the red grass. I can see the grass lines and its markings. I listen, and I listen some more. Mother Nature is calling me out, teaching me the ways of the world. I listen. My right ear shivers as I hear the cold whisper of solitude. I look right, the trees swayed as if making way for something, something good, something beautiful, something beyond my understanding. I fix my eyes upon the swaying trees. I squint my eyes, I stare as it all became clear. The light fading and I see the silhouette of pure mystery. again i fix my eyes upon it, and it smiling back. It gives me a puzzled look. It's eyes sparkled at the slightest hint of light hits it. Still I look, not blinking, not breathing. It is pure mystery, smiling back. I smile, I smile.
Then I look away.
