Fire

So, here I am sitting on my ass once again. Still. No movement, except for these bloody (literally) fingers typing what is being said at this moment. Images flashing before my eyes, over and over and over and over. Logic seems to slip past my mind, what do I have left? My eyes staring at the wall, the images over and over and over and over again. Unfortunately, I do not know what I see. Is it a hand? Is it a face? A baby? A ball? Some bloody mess thanks to the soldiers down in Iraq? The images begin to blur: a sandstorm is formed. An unconqered land with thousands of peasants struggling to survive. I see a women; her clothes covers her entire body. The lack of food, water, money....living people, roam the land. The sun rises, but only for several minutes before the land turns to darkness once again. No homes. No leader, just beggars and angry voices. The ground is red; bright red, bright as blood. However, I cannot be sure that it is blood. Nonetheless, the way these people live, struggle and die, I would not be surprised that it is blood. The river is light blue at night but dark red in the day.
Now, I see through the eyes of a human; woman or man, I do not know. I also do not know if I am seeing the world through the eyes of a killer, a child, a beggar or of a ghost. I am walking through the broken land. I see a woman as I turn to the right; she is crawling towards the same direction that I am walking. North? East? West? South? How the hell should I know? She crawls with her child clutching her shoulders as he sits on her back. She is fearless; I can tell by the look in her eyes. However, she is also in pain. Her eyes tell another story; she is weak but her mind is set on her child. I just know it. Suddenly, my vision shifts back to what is in front of me. The more the person walks, the clearer the image up ahead is. What is it? I wonder, but I do not know. I see smoke, and lots of it. Suddenly, I stop; I am looking down at my feet where someone has grabbed my leg. The hand - the one that is clutching at my leg - is covered in blood and white sand. I am pleading to help the person, but I just brush the arm off my leg and continue walking.
I'm walking, walking and walking some more until I see the image. The same image that was filled with smoke. It is a home on fire, surrounded by men being shot. Why? What is happening?

So I was walking in a bar.......

Dear God, it has been one month since my last post. I have been busy with a shit load of essays - oops, sorry God for such language - and a shit load of exams - damn, there I go again, fuck, I just said damn and Fu...let me start over once again.
Dear God, it has been one month since my last post. I have been busy with a shi- i mean 'a lot' of essays and 'a lot' of exams. However, I must confess that this has been my first free week of the month. I'm truly sorry for not posting... I really am. I have been marching through town with these damn leather boots - I mean nice 'clean' boots. Oh, did I say 'damn' again? There I had to say it once again. For the love of - *takes deep breath*
I my confess, once again, that I have not consumed any alcohol in the past month or so. I congrats myself *three cheers.* However, that is most likely going to change after December 7th; the day I finish my third semester.
Dear God, bless this post; it is my first post in a month.

Dear, dear, dear, dear......

No more X?

I have decided that watching 4 and a half seasons of the X-files in two months is quite a bit. I mean, it is too much to soon. Don't get me wrong, I think the show is amazing, but I feel that rushing through it will not only limit my appreciation but also prevent me from seeing the little things; the most important things in some cases. Nonetheless, I do not want to dwell upon my fascination with the X-files, and how much I love the characters -such as Cancer man- or how I love the plot and conspiracies behind the show et cetera. It would most likely please you and interest you in many ways, but I feel that I have talked for far too long on this subject, much as I am doing for Rage Against the Machine. Dear Lord, here I go once again, mentioning Rage Against the Machine. What an intense combo, X-Files and Rage Against the Machine, mentioned in the same sentence. My oh my. Anyways, getting back to what I was trying to say, I am willing to give up watching the X-files for, say, one week and a half. That sounds about fair considering that I have an exam on October 31st, and probably some more work as if I haven't had enough yet.
However, the way I am -procrastinating and sometimes having a weak will- I will break this will in matter of days, perhaps minutes. Four and a half seasons is quite a bit to digest in a matter of two months. Christ, that is a lot! No more X-Files for one and a half weeks.
Oh, the hell with this. Time to watch some X-Files before the baseball game begins at 8pm.

Anyone out there? Laziness or normal?

Sunday evening. Two essays; one due Thursday and the other due Friday. That's about it I guess. This could be a fun, charismatic week or it can be a dreadful, horror show. I guess it depends on me. Yeah, that's it. It all depends on me. Whatever the case may be, do you ever feel like holding work for another day? Frequently asking yourself, "oh, I can do that today, but my mind is not there. I'll do it tomorrow with a clearer and more astute mind," ? I can call myself lazy or I can say "No, I'm not lazy. Everyone does this." However, whatever I may call myself in this case, it does not matter. Through the eyes of a ranger (kick the Walker, Texas Ranger theme!), a friend or some old dude, I can be seen as a lazy adult. However, through the eyes of another I am just as normal as anyone else. Anyways, I do not know where I am getting to or what I'm actually saying. For all I know, we are all lazy, and no one in this world is normal. Nah, I know what I'm actually saying, I just do not know where I am going with this. I procrastinate a lot. So does everyone else. Why am I writing this? What am I trying to prove that has not been proven already? Am I really trying to prove anything? Holy cats, Batman!
Friday evening, I'll probably report some joyful news followed by some dark mood or something stupid. Who knows really? Damn! Am I this bored to be writing about nonsense? About a topic without a point to it really? Ah, perhaps this has all to do with the hype of tonights game 7 baseball game between Boston red Sox and Cleveland Indians. I have been a Red Sox fan for 10 years if that means anything to you. Whoever you are? Who the hell is this? Someone reading my blog either than me? Jesus!
Well, if it does mean anything to anyone out there, I am rooting for the Sox to win it tonight.
Ever get lost in the moment? Doing something peacefully with a goal, or something? And than just flying elsewhere, wondering what was I even talking about? No? I haven't either.
oh well.

Sleep now in the fire

Aye. Yup. Nothing like listening to music full blast. Well, with the headphones dangling from the neck of my sweater that is. No way would I listen to music full blast in my ears. Never. Again. Even if it is Rage Against the Machine. Never. Again. When I did that last year, and I did it quite a bit, I had problems hearing for a while. Now, every thing's fine or so I hope it is.
During my Politics class today -the usual boring politics class with a boring and non-stop talker as a teacher- I couldn't help but think about Rage Against the Machine. No, there was a point for the band to be circling my mind either than there amazing songs, in my opinion. My politics teacher was talking to us about brainwashing and how it was used in communist countries, such as Russian. I couldn't help but think about Rage Against the Machine's song called "Vietnow," which goes along like this;

Turn it off, turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off
Fear is your only God on the radio
Nah fuck it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene

Merge on tha networks, slangin' nerve gas
Up jump tha boogie then bang, let 'em hang
While tha paraniod try ta stuff tha void
Let's capture this AM mayhem
Undressed, and blessed by tha Lord

It was known that during the communist regime in russia, and other countries under the same government, would use the radio to brainwash those listening. That is the AM radio. Radio, one of todays strongest influence, was used as a propaganda tool.
I also couldn't help but think about another Rage Against the Machine song titled "Bullet in the head," which talks about being brainwashed. This song goes a little like this;

This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said it was blue
When the blood was red
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head

Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head

It also includes Rage's famous chorus;

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

I have great respect for Rage Against the Machine, and especially their lead singer Zach de la Rocha. Unfortunately, they split up seven years ago. Nonetheless, they began touring last March.

Markov on Bruins radar

This rumor has been circulating the sports media for quite sometime. Actually, it began to rise during hockey's pre-season. Danny Markov, a good defensive defenceman, was still looking for a job. Somewhere. Anywhere. However, it was his asking price that kept him in the stand snacking on pop corn, while watching hockey take place in its third year since the lockout. Don't get me wrong, Danny Markov is a good defenceman, but 3 million is a little over exagerated for him.
Danny Markov spent most of his NHL career in Toronto. He would later play for Phoenix, Carolina, Philadelphia, Nashville and Detroit. He has played 538 games, recording 29 goals and 118 assists. In those 538 games he was +47 and he spent 456 minutes in the penalty box.
Danny markov's Career stats:

97-98 Toronto (25GP) (2G) (5A) (7PTS) (+/- 0) (28Pim)
98-99 Toronto (57GP) (4G) (8A) (12PTS) (+5) (47Pim)
99-00 Toronto (59GP) (0G) (10A) (10PTS) (+13) (28Pim)
00-01 Toronto (59GP (3G) (13A) (16PTS) (+6) (34Pim)
01-02 Phoenix (72GP) (6G) (30A) (36PTS) (-7) (67Pim)
02-03 Phoenix (64GP) (4G) (16A) (20PTS) (+2) (36Pim)
03-04 Carolina (44GP) (4G) (10A) (14PTS) (-6) (37Pim)
03-04 Philadelphia (34GP) (2G) (3A) (5Pts) (+/-0) (58Pim)
05-06 Nashville (58GP) (0G) (11A) (11PTS) (+9) (62Pim)
06-07 Detroit (66GP) (4G) (12A) (16PTS) (+25) (59Pim)

Paranormal and those greenish-greyish aliens

Since the end of August I have been busy. Busy watching X-Files. Yes that, oh-so 90's t.v show that hooked millions of viewers in north America. Yes, that show. A show filled with conspiracies within conspiracies. Aliens. Paranormal activities. And that sonofabitch Cigarette-smoking man, a.k.a Cancer man. Those two famous fictitious F.B.I agents; Fox Mulder and Dana Scully. One who strongly believes that his sister was abducted by aliens, twenty-so years ago, without any solid proof; just that blinding light. On the other side, Danna Scully, who is medical doctor as well, believes that everything can be explained by science: everything has an explanation. Anyways, you know the rest.
I have bought all but season 6, which I shall buy when I finish this semester. For those of you who do not know, there are nine seasons. So far, I am half way through season four and I am enjoying every minute of it.
Here are my thoughts on the seasons that I have viewed;
Season one:
This was a experimental season to say the least. The writers did give some glimpses of the shows idea, but it was pretty much an amateur-like season. It was, give or take, 80% monster of the week episodes. However, the final episode did push the story along. Nonetheless, this season was similar to every adventurous, suspenseful series; it had a slower beginning with many filler-up episodes. Some episodes worth watching; 'Pilot,' 'Deep Throat,' 'Squeeze,' 'Shadows,' 'Ice,''Fallen Angel,' 'Fire,''E.B.E.,' 'Tooms' and 'The Erlenmeyer Flask.'
Season two:
This season took off where the first season ended. It continued the mysterious "alien" found at the end of season one, but also included monster of the week episodes. However, it did not contain as many as the first season did. The show began to develop the characters such as; Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, assistant-director Skinner and Cancer man. Unfortunately, the writers had not developed them profoundly. But, then again, this was only the second season, in which the writers hinted that there was more than meets the eye. The season did contain some great episodes as Dana Scully's abduction, which was two parts. Those two episodes were quite fascinating. The season finale was stronger and allowed the audience to ponder whether [a certain character, not worth mentioning to those who haven't seen it] is dead. Some episodes worth watching; 'Little green men,' 'Host,' 'Blood,''Duane Barry (part 1),' 'Ascension (part 2),' 'Red Museum,' 'Aubrey,' 'Irresistible,' 'Die hand die verlezt,' 'Colony (part 1),' 'End game (part 2),' 'Dod Kalm,' 'Humbug,' 'The Calusari,' 'F.Emasculata,' 'Our Town' and 'Anasazi (part 1, season finale).
Season three: This is my favorite season so far because it really is the 'beginning' of the X-files. This is the season where a lot of things begin to happen. You also realize the maturity of the writers and the remarkable plots contained in the season. This is the season where one begins to really hate Cancer man as well as ponder more about the conspiracies within the shows government. Episodes worth watching; 'The blessing way (part 2),' 'Paper Clip (part 3),' 'D.P.O,' 'Clyde Bruckman's final repose,' 'The Walk,' 'Oubliette,' 'Nisei (part 1),' '731,' 'Revelations,' 'Grotesque,' 'Piper Maru (part 1),' 'Apocrypha (part 2),' 'Blood Money,' 'Jose Chung's From Outer space,' 'Quagmire,' 'Wetwired,' 'Talitha Cumi (part 1, season finale).'

The Boston Bruins roadtrip

Starting the season away from home cannot be easy. The Boston Bruins began their 07-08 season on a five game road trip to the west coast. These five teams included, respectively; Dallas, Phoenix, Anaheim, Los Angeles and San Jose. Three of these five west coast teams are arguably top teams in the league, therefore, it would not have been a surprise had the Bruins come home -this thursday against Tampa Bay- with a 2-3-0 record. A record below ,500., which would not have been a surprise to the majority of the Bruins fans. For the past two year the Bruins have been a flat-styled team, who was taken advantage by many teams. Bruins fans know what I mean when I say "taken advantage' last season. Furtunately, it seems that the Bruins have changed their playing style, adding some finese, speed and the much needed physical presence. But, then again, they have only played five games so far, with seventy-seven remaining. It is too early to say anything, but it is not too early to smile at the progress taken place. However, I do not mean to say that the Bruins have dominated throughout these five games. In my opinion, they have played poorly twice. However, it does illuminate some light when you produce the opposite results to what the majority of the journalists covering hockey have predicted.
The Bruins had a good game overal against Dallas, but failed too show it in the final result, losing 4-1. The Bruins completely dominated the Phoenix Coyotes 3-1, however, the Bruins missed about two empty nets. Even though the Bruins lost their third game, 2-1, against the Anaheim Ducks, the Bruins managed to stay in the game and keep up with the Ducks.
What surprised me the most was friday's game against Los Angeles Kings. I had hoped for a more offensive game by the Bruins, which, surprisingly, happened. However, the Bruins forgot about defence, which let to a frenzy amount of goals. At one point the Bruins were leading 4-1. Then, just before the end of the second period, the Kings scored twice, cutting the Bruins lead to one. Nonetheless, the Bruins scored two quick goals, pushing their lead to 5-3. Once again, the Kings scored twice, tying the game 5-5. Back and forth this game went, until the Bruins finally broke away, scoring three goals before the Kings scored their last goal with five seconds remaining. The final score was 8-6 Bruins. No doubt about Boston's offence. But where was the defence, let alone new comer, Manny fernandez (Goalie)? It upsets me that our number one goalie, Manny Fernandez has allowed 10 goals in two games. He has a record of 1-1-0, 5,00GAA and a horrible ,796SV%. But, I shall not look into it that much. It's only his first two games of the season.
There last game, of the five game road trip, was against the San Jose Sharks. The Bruins had lead 1-0 until there was 38 seconds left in the game. The Bruins had dominated the first period, outshooting the Sharks 12-4, as well as outplaying them. However, the Sharks retaliated and outshot the Bruins 13-0 in the third and 10-8 in the third. Former Bruin, Joe Thornton, set up the tying goal, but 16 seconds later -with 12 seconds remaining- Bruins defenceman, and often criticized since acquired last season, Aaron Ward scored. Even though the Sharks had hit 4 posts, the Bruins had won their third game. Their next game is their home opener against the Tampa Bay Lightning.

NHL Predictions

It is that time of year; fights, goals, hits. Here are my predictions for each division; both eastern and western.

Atlantic:

Pittsburgh
New York Rangers
Philadelphia
New Jersey
New York Islanders

Northeast:

Ottawa
Buffalo
Boston
Toronto
Montreal

Southeast:

Tampa Bay
Carolina
Washington
Florida
Atlanta

EASTERN CONFERENCE:

1. Ottawa
2. Pittsburgh
3. Tampa Bay
4. Buffalo
5. New York Rangers
6. Philadelphia
7. Boston
8. New Jersey
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9. Toronto
10. Carolina
11. Washington
12. Montreal
13. Florida
14. New York Islanders
15. Atlanta


Central:

Detroit
Nashville
St-Louis
Chicago
Columbus

Northwest:

Minnesota
Calgary
Colorado
Vancouver
Edmonton

Pacific:

San Jose
Anaheim
Dallas
Los Angeles
Phoenix

WESTERN CONFERENCE:

1. San Jose
2. Detroit
3. Minnesota
4. Calgary
5. Anaheim
6. Colorado
7. Dallas
8. Vancouver
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9. Nashville
10. St-Louis
11. Los Angeles
12. Edmonton
13. Chicago
14. Columbus
15. Phoenix

Addiction

Those who know me, know that I love listening to Rage Against the Machine; perhaps a little too much. But this is not about Rage Against the Machine, however, it does touch upon the bases of being addicted to something. I bought the first season of X-Files last friday and haven't stopped thinking about it or watching it. I have seen the series a while back, however, I recall very little, if anything, about it. I bought the first season for a cheap twenty dollar bill, and I am looking forward to buying the following seasons of the X-Files this week. I just love the entire focus of the series.

Top 33

My "favorites" after a week.

T1. Maria
T1. Bullet in the head
3. Guerilla Radio
4. Bulls on Parade
5. Vietnow
6. Know your Enemy
7. Wake up
8. Killing in the Name
9. New Millenium Homes
10. People of the Sun
11. Calm like a bomb
12. Born of a Broken man
13. Tire me
14. Take the power back
15. Bombtrack
16. Testify
17. Fistful of Steel
18. Down Rodeo
19. Born as ghosts
20. Voice of the voiceless
21. Year of tha boomerang
22. Township Rebellion
23. Snakecharmer
24. Sleep now in the fire
25. Roll Right
26. Freedom
27. Mic Check
28. War Within a breath
29. Ashes in the fall
30. Without a face
31. Settle for Nothing
32. Revolver
33. Wind Below

T1 - tied for first
*Ranks may change*

"Guerilla Warfare" by Ernesto Che Guevara

I couldn't help my self, I swear. I tried not to, I really did. It all started with my 90 minute break, which began at 10 in the morning. I walked for ten minutes when I suddenly stopped, asking myself "What am I going to do for 80 minutes?" I paused for several seconds eluding to a couple of conclusions. Hmv? Nah, no music that I need as of this minute. Walk some more? Meh, I wouldn't mind but not for another 80 minutes. Chapters? Well, I don't need to buy any books as of this minute, however, I can waste some time looking at them and being tempted to buy one. Oh, what the hell, Chapter's it is. After about ten minutes of walking to the metro, which took me to Chapters, I walked by hundreds of book shelves and several magazines. None that caught my eye. However, as I reached the second floor I stopped by the Political Science section, in search of no particular book. This is when I encountered books written by Noam Chomsky, so, knowing this curious mind I read a couple of pages from his book, in which the title slips by me. Not long after, I run into a known symbol, figure of the world; Ernesto "Che" Guevara. I see his book, "Guerilla Warfare," and swoop it immediately. I decided to read several pages from the book, as well as the back. This is when I realize that it is 14$, therefore, I decided to buy it. I guess I am a sucker for books, however, I love reading and learning about "Che" and how his actions effected the world, Cuba in particular.

Top 33 Rage Against the Machine songs

The following list is arranged from my favorite Rage Against the Machine song to my least favorite song. However, the last song does not mean I hate it, but that I prefer listening to the other ones at times. In general I love all Rage Against the Machine songs. I did not include the sons from their cover album "Renegades," since it is not their own songs.

1. Maria
2. Bullet in the head
3. Bulls on Parade
4. Guerila Radio
5. Know Your Enemy
6. Vietnow
7. Born of a Broken man
8. Wake up
9. New Millenium Homes
10. People of the Sun
11. Killing in the Name
12. Calm like a bomb
13. Tire me
14. Take the power back
15. Testify
16. Fistful of Steel
17. Bombtrack
18. Down Rodeo
19. Born as ghosts
20. Voice of the voiceless
21. Year of tha boomerang
22. Township Rebellion
23. Snakecharmer
24. Sleep now in the fire
25. Freedom
26. Mic Check
27. Roll Right
28. War Within a breath
29. Ashes in the fall
30. Without a face
31. Settle for Nothing
32. Revolver
33. Wind Below

*Ranks may change*

Friday: miserable weather and "The Motorcyle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey."

Today was a short day for me considering that I only had one class, which ended at 10am. Thunder and rain filled the entire day. I don't mind the rain, in fact, I like it when it rains occasionally. However, I dislike the rain when I am carrying something along with a cheap and nearly broken umbrella. Fortunately, I did not have to use the umbrella all that much.

Since last Saturday, I believe (too lazy too check right now), I posted about the book "The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey," which I have progressed quite a bit. I haven't finished the book, if that is what you are wondering. I have been reading carefully and slowly, so too absorb every passage and its importance. There hasn't been a severe change in Ernesto Guevara's character or what he has been through. So far, Ernesto and his friend Alberto have been treated with white gloves due to their profession and the luck of meeting generous people throughout Chile.

Day damn one

Today was the first day back to college -my second and final year in Liberal Arts. I guess I should talk about the good things before hammering away at the bad things. God news first, bad news later, or bad news first and good news later, same thing just different mentally (depending on how you look at things). I entered the metro with my computer bag (insert laugh), however, I was not using it to transport my computer, at least not this week. The computer bag served the purpose to carry light objects, as in paper, schedule and "The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey." I also decided to attach four patches to the front of the bag. These patches were; "Rage Against the machine," with the band members in silhouettes (Zack de La Rocha in red) and the background in red, "Bad Religion," the "red star" and "Che with the red star." I also met my friends during class and on my way home. It turned out to be long and exhausting. I came home to my room and slept for two hours.
Now for the bad things. So many Mohawks, so many of them bad. I'm getting my Mohawk back this weekend should everything go as planned. But, seriously, the amount of people I saw today with Mohawks made me want to vomit. Jesus! They were horribly structured. One had the Mohawk slowly crashing towards the top of the head, another had the Mohawk wide as the Mississippi river and another made it seem, just, wrong. Also, even though I met my friends once again, which was nice, I also met the annoying people of my program. With every good there is a bad.
Nonetheless, I am still enjoying reading about Che and hoping to learn more about him soon. Tomorrow should be an intro to hell, if anything else. I start at 11:30 and finish at 4 without any breaks. This means three classes in a row.
I shall write more about "The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey" on Friday.

The Motorcycle Diaries; Notes on a Latin American Journey

On June 14, 1928 a heroic figure was born. He was given the name Ernesto Guevara, however, he would late be known - by the mid 1950s- as "Che," a term used to call people from Argentina. Before he ventured off to South America -traveling throughout Chile, Bovilia, Lima, Bogota and so much more- he studied to become a doctor, while working as an engineer. Throughout his adventure to South America, with his friend Alberto Granado, Che discovered the misery planted on thousands of faces.

"These people who watch us walk through the streets of the town are a defeated race. Their stares are tame, almost fearful, and completely indifferent to the outside world. Some give the impression they go on living only because it's a habit they cannot shake (Guevara, p.24).

I have only begun reading this fascinating diary written by Ernesto Guevara himself. I have heard of this man long ago, but never obtained the motivation to read about him. In fact, I did not know much about him until I began listening to Rage Against the Machine. By listening to Rage Against the Machine I learned many things, such as the Zapatas and at the same time being informed about Ernesto "Che" Guevara. I bought this diary today and began reading it immediately. Even though I still have to read "Othello," in which I am half way through, my attention was focused on "Che."

I Shall post my thoughts about what I have read in "Che's" diary everyday. It is a short diary, some 180 pages, therefore, once I am finished I will read about the Zapatas and the Mexican revolution.


Guevara, Ernesto. The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey. Ocean Press; New York, 2004.

No light, all darkness

Pushed through the wall,
Shades of Grey surround me.

Everything around me disappears,
Everyone digging their graves,
Tombstones layed down, names engraved,
In this century, the office runs the people,
In history, destruction follows,
Too afraid, but too angry inside,
We slave to make a buck,
While the Government takes the 2:1 ratio,
Another day dying,
Looking ahead, not far from it,
The graves dug, now empty,
How long until we fill em'?

Pushed through the wall,
Shades of Grey surround me.

Squeezing us, until we feel useless,
Hiding all the facts,
Telling us all the lies,
Proclaiming what we saw is our own imagination,
You are our nightmare,
You are the disease,
We must stand for what's right,
We must decide who we are,
Fuck their laws, their approval for war,
Fuck their taxes, the frauds, the lies,
Fuck the office, the one behind the desk,
What's a flag? What does it really represent/
Fuck what they tell me to do,
Fuck what they tell you to do,
We are the cure to this disease.

Pushed through the wall,
Shades of Grey surround us.

No more taken advantage of,
No more bowing down to them,
No more giving in to their demands,
We are the cure.

The Rage

YEAH!!! Three Rage albums, one more to go. I now own "Rage Against the Machine (self-titled album)," "The Battle for Los Angeles," and their "Live at the Grand Olympic Auditorium." Just like any other band, when you listen to a live album, you adapt the feeling as if your at the concert. However, unlike any other bands, at least not to me, Rage Against the Machine, adds a stronger and prophetic sound to their songs. They play with the audience by playing music, which is unknown to the Rage fans, to get them guessing. Then they hit you with that fist gripping opening rhythm of "Bulls on Parade," "Freedom" and the list goes on.

What else is new? I'm still writing lyrics if that means anything to you. For the first two years I've been writing about love and my views on the world. However, my work was mostly about love. Being introduced to newer bands and reading more, my craving for topics to write about took a turn. I've left love behind, but not abandoned, and continued writing about society and how it effects us all. Rage Against the Machine has helped me a lot. Why do I love Rage Against the Machine? Well, that is simple. We both feel the same about politics, society and the world.

I also bought a new book by Ayn Rand called "We the Living." It revolves around what I enjoy reading about. If you don't know, then perhaps you haven't read the second paragraph of this post or you haven't read anything else. Anyways, to know about the book just google it.

Save Me

Save me from all of my mistakes,
Save me,
Let me forget the sins I've committed.

A world in honor of hell awaits me,
I'll be used to it;
I've been already living in it,
A light flashes before me,
The sun burning my soul,
No time to waste,
Waiting for the rain to pour on me,
Relinquish these sins,
A dark future haunted by the dark past,
A world in honor of hell awaits me.

Save me,
Save me from all of my mistakes,
Save me,
Let me forget the sins I've committed.

The earthquake shakes these fears,
Stirs the thoughts of hatred and love,
Before I leave let me forget these past few years,
Let alone, let me forget the wrong I've done,
A city filled with sin,
My body filled with guilt;
All those things I've said,
And all those things I didn't,
Look through this heart,
Look through this disguise,
Save me now, but I accept my faith.

Save me,
Save me from all of my mistakes,
Save me,
Let me forget the sins I've committed.

Blank: chapter one

Sweat trickling down my cheek like the warm gravy smothered over a soft, but crispy Kentucky Fried Chicken. The sun flashing in my face, blinding my vision like fog creeping towards me in the morning. Thick and heavy. The heat blistering my skin and leaving burnt scars throughout my body. Its power was noticed and taken seriously. Walking became painful, but standing still was suicide. Mind rattling negatively. Where do I run? Where can I hide? Looking for shade became useless. The sun covered her track - leaving no gaps. Sweat pouring as the mind engulfed insane ideas, which had never crossed ones mind before. The sun still blazing in my face. There was no escape. No cure. "Water. Where the fuck is the water?" Insufficient time to think without getting headaches and, several times, the need to vomit. Breathing became harsh. Drinking any beverages was out of the question. Razor blades filled the void in my throat, covering all bases. I was in hell. My body was on fire - it had to be! I was surrounded by the orange-reddish flames engulfing my body. No yelling. No pain. All I felt was the heat crawling through my skin. The blood circulating, heart pumping, and at times -rarely, but when it occurs, their is excruciating pain - large lumps of chewed food passing through tiny tubes towards my intestine. The pain was alive. I know it, but I did not feel it at all times. I made my way past the pens, past the parking lot of the torn down home guarded by iron bars. There was no shelter. None whatsoever. No trees to hide below. No beach or pool to sink myself into. Nothing. I stood between the sun and the God-forsaken desert.
I could not remember where I was. In fact, I did not know who I was. My mind was blank. I could only remember the past ten horrible minutes, when I awoke lying on the rubbled sand as my own sweat trickled down my face. Stripped, no shirt. Shorts but no underwear. It was only then that I noticed my feet. Bloodied. Parts of the deep wounds below my shin were covered with sand. The golden sand turned black and the blood turned to crust - sticking to my skin. I was dirty. Dirty as any man could ever be. Compare me to a dog, who spent half an hour rolling in garbage - pure garbage. I was roasting in the sun, and all I could think about was the way I looked. Forget the water. Forget food. My mind was elsewhere and so was my body.
The black grease, or so it seemed, covered a good portion of my right leg, top to bottom. I could not bare to touch it or even taste it. I did not want to know how it got there, but how to take it off.
"What the fuck?!" I said to myself looking at my dirty-old legs. Wrinkly and withered.
"Why am I whispering?!" I yelled out loud, hoping for someone - anyone - to hear me and, hopefully, feel the pain I was in.
"Should I run? But where you damn fool?" I told myself, this time I spoke aloud, "Where? Yeah. This useless rubbish shit." I tossed my right shoe to the sand in front of my. The grease had expanded its territory. The greases stained my leg, as well as three quarters of the damn shoe. I did not know what I was doing. What is the use? My mind baffling elsewhere, while my body was covered in fear and toxic.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead with my hand, not knowing whether my hand was filled with grease. Who gives a damn? I am already a dirty fool who has lost memory. While the sun blazed upon my face, and my hand wiping the sweat off my forehead, I paused. I felt the sting in my left leg, probably due to the sand in my wounds. Who cares? I had found something. I don't know what it was, but it was something, alright. Right? I was losing it. No! I had already lost it. What was it? A mirage? What mirage? What's a mirage? This long shaped brown colored thing appeared from nowhere.
"Fuck it! I'm coming for ya." I said firmly aloud.

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