almonds in peaches
Rant! (keyword: ambigious)

pretension:
To the hills, softened under the warm wind blown on the whispering weeds.
To the shallow willows, that serve as ancestoral pillars that grow content in their harshly ambigious lives.
To the cotton matted clouds, that strain gray light leaving the sky pearl and the earth cold.
To the machines, corroded from sage years and left raw from a battle never attempted

college fair
what a dreary piece of shit that was.
Looks of self-importance and ambiguity plague the air thickly choking hope and independence, but rather subjegating it into false desires. Swarms of humans feeding off of papers to never be considered again and envelopes that will be destined to enjoy the company of metallic dust or waste. Shuffling feet holding an awkward gaze and interest that is forced upon them by years of expectations they never cared for next to crayons and finger painting. This frightened, confused, and odd curiosity depresses the bejesus out of me. Forced to believe in something they want but are ultimately and undiscreetly scared by it at the same time. This juxtaposition makes them wear masks of uncertainty and fright merely entertaining the thought of aspiration.
And these are our future?

after life
I was wondering if what the after life really is.
I came up with a theory of how powerful our minds are. I feel that they serve such an influnce that throughout years the mind concieves a proper after life from that persons expriences in life. When that person actually dies, they become entrapped by their own mind and whatever ideology it created.
Example: say as child is raised on the ideology of heaven and throughout life they further develop it and when they die their mind will retreat in the place that it has created.
So in short, what you believe will come true, sorta

the rest
melody. n. brazil. hate.

Iguana helmet, paper cutting paper.
posted by Justin at 8:28 PM