Tuesday, February 24, 2009
an omen of true sight.
i pray to god that im just being one insecure little prick because if my guess is correct, i will totally lose all the remaining respect i have for you and the likes of you.
rest assured, this child's play will not affect the family i love so much nor the passion ive embraced regardless of the odds. oh yes, it wont because i wont let it.
go ahead. carry on with whatever selfish "world-domination" plans you people have but this will not reflect positively to the thing you are deep inside and you all know that. (or do you not because you're too young and ignorant to think about such stuff?)
for a moment there, i thought i was done with cleaning up after people's mess. but hey, ive come to enjoy this mess here. because an inch of garbage cleared is an inch closer to me reaching my ultimate dream; to dance without strings attached and knifes, stuck in backs. dont you see that the light is a lot brighter on the other side without the heaps of trash in our way? well, believe or not, the trash is either unavoidable, or we are just not looking at the correct direction.
my dear dancers. the art of dance was never meant to KILL. even if you do feel like killing someone, it will still be expressed in the form of body language. but what's with all this people stepping on each other's heads and grudges erected to be almost indestructable? i did not take up this interest for that purpose, and that's for sure.
no matter how good and capable we think we are, attempting to build a pyramid while sabotaging fellow builders is, indeed, a sly yet suicidal move. i believe being a performer is no exception.
on my side, you all may think what you may of me but i am left with nothing but a quote ive stuck-by for some time now; if nobody's gonna do anything, somebody has to do something. cause while the ego cannot stop speaking for itself, the initiative would have already said all that is neccesary.
naturally, id stop admiring myself for a minute and look around me. with all the terror that has already been created, id have to love more than myself to stay alive...
random late night rants by a very tired yet well-equipped, benjy^^
life's a liar;
2/24/2009 02:04:00 AM
it's never as simple as it seems.
