Kissing in a tree
Jenny and Tyler,
Sitting in a tree,
K-i-s-s-i-n-g
First comes love,
Then comes marriage,
Then comes unfortunate news of a tragic miscarriage
Jenny falls apart,
Tyler loses his job,
Then comes a questioning of the powers above
Depression is next,
It creeps right in,
And Tyler becomes a raging alcoholic again
Jenny moves out,
Back in with her mother,
Tyler drinks himself to death,
Found weeks later by his concerned younger brother
So just think twice,
When things seem swell,
Life has a tendency to drag some through hell
I’m glad !
banned from facebook for 24 hours OHH NOOOO WHAT DO I DOOOO
The Hippie Facade
This whole new-age hippie, flower-child resurgence is nothing more than a sweaty machine driven by MDMA (and more often than not, meth).
Fueled by a false pretense of universal love and understanding, our youth culture propels itself into the warm, outstretched claws of drug abuse and the cold embrace of dull, monotonous electronic music.
Where along the lines of the hippie movement did the line become so blurred? As if someone intentionally switched a sign along the trail, leading hundreds of thousands into a stagnant mindset of what love is and how love acts?
Where along the lines was the notion of loud, aggressive, empty electronic music lumped into the same category as earth-conscious individuals?
How blind can people be?
You only gain your sense of peace and tranquility because you just ingest x mg of 3,4-methylenedioxy-N-methylamphetamine.
Your notion of understanding the human condition is solely fueled by a small pill and the subsequent chemical reactions occurring inside of your body.
Grinding your teeth and chatting incessantly about “how good you feel”, while you only accomplish pushing your finish line further away.
How will you spread your earthly message of love while immersing yourself in this self-destructive lifestyle which is leaps and bounds from your original motive?
You know nothing of peace! Peace comes from within!
Peace is found deep within oneself, guided by the vigilant mind, unaided by petty drugs.
It comes from a deep understanding of the chaotic world around you and your individual acceptance of this planet in all of its noxious variables.
No small pill will give you this insight.
Only a fool would stick to their righteous ideals while fueled by this false promise of peace.
Our youth is suffering. Torn between wanting and not.
Surrounded by deafening sounds of metal clashing, tortured by a mirage of complacency, walking blind through the blissful valley of life, content with their prefabricated idea of what peace and love means to them.
So who are you to spew these views? Covering all of your material possessions in symbols of unity and tranquility.
Your technology cripples you.
Time spent hunched over your phone, counting your likes, blogging about your love of nature, while stomping out every harmless cockroach which crosses your path.
Practice what you preach.
You are what you eat.
And right now you’re just a cocktails of chemicals,
grasping for happiness while it remains out of reach.
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disclaimer: i have nothing against electronic music or the drugs you choose to do.
i have everything against those who cling to hypocritical views of love/peace/understanding.
just know what-the-fuck you believe in.
wrote an entire something and it didn’t save what the fuck is the point of this website anyway
filthy hip-hip-hippies
(Source: thisearthisinsignificant)