MakotoS13
07-04-2004, 08:39 PM
found this on some crazy blokes journal. enjoy.
Scorpio's are born between October 23rd and November 22nd
Scorpio is a Water sign.
You have an undying loyalty to family and friends that sees you through troubled times. Although this can sometimes lead to emotional relationships, your inner strength will ensure that you pull through any troubles that come your way. Success is your driving force, this with willpower and a passion for all that life has for you will see you reach your goals.
i wonder if my parents knew the meaning of my name when it was given. "from the dark water"... it seems there is very little in my life that is without purpose or meaning. significance. so many tiny pieces that eventually become what we are. molding us into the perfect visage of imperfection.
i often wonder if the stars really are a map for something of this earth drawn up by the hand beyond it. i suppose these truths will present themselves when the time is right. perhaps i've just been looking away.
we humans tend to do that. you know, look away when things get too difficult to stomach. we are a truly pitiful race. half of us hates the other for the greed and fear that they create because they're discontent with the imperfect world that surrounds them. devoid of anything useful to say its always someone elses fault. the christians are hated for delivering what we feel is truth while the many muslims that kill people daily out of pure religion are written off as the small minority they are leaving islam still sanctified.
everyone pisses and moans about everyone elses opinions then whines when they can't say what they want anytime they feel. we are the bastard generation left to feed on the crumbs of our parent's guttony and our frustration manifests itself in the hatred for each other.
crackers, niggers, spicks, chinks, kikes, beaners, whatever you call yourself or anyone else we are all but dust in the end. in the dirt when the calcium has turned to the soil we are all the same color with the same dreams and no one is above that.
i'm so tired of hearing how horrible everyone is. this planet is like the universe's disfunctional brother in law that just can't get his crap in together so he spins into a drug induced frenzy that invariably rests his fate firmly in the clumsy hands of someone else that may or may not be around for him to lean on.
we are all alone. sinners are we all.
Scorpio's are born between October 23rd and November 22nd
Scorpio is a Water sign.
You have an undying loyalty to family and friends that sees you through troubled times. Although this can sometimes lead to emotional relationships, your inner strength will ensure that you pull through any troubles that come your way. Success is your driving force, this with willpower and a passion for all that life has for you will see you reach your goals.
i wonder if my parents knew the meaning of my name when it was given. "from the dark water"... it seems there is very little in my life that is without purpose or meaning. significance. so many tiny pieces that eventually become what we are. molding us into the perfect visage of imperfection.
i often wonder if the stars really are a map for something of this earth drawn up by the hand beyond it. i suppose these truths will present themselves when the time is right. perhaps i've just been looking away.
we humans tend to do that. you know, look away when things get too difficult to stomach. we are a truly pitiful race. half of us hates the other for the greed and fear that they create because they're discontent with the imperfect world that surrounds them. devoid of anything useful to say its always someone elses fault. the christians are hated for delivering what we feel is truth while the many muslims that kill people daily out of pure religion are written off as the small minority they are leaving islam still sanctified.
everyone pisses and moans about everyone elses opinions then whines when they can't say what they want anytime they feel. we are the bastard generation left to feed on the crumbs of our parent's guttony and our frustration manifests itself in the hatred for each other.
crackers, niggers, spicks, chinks, kikes, beaners, whatever you call yourself or anyone else we are all but dust in the end. in the dirt when the calcium has turned to the soil we are all the same color with the same dreams and no one is above that.
i'm so tired of hearing how horrible everyone is. this planet is like the universe's disfunctional brother in law that just can't get his crap in together so he spins into a drug induced frenzy that invariably rests his fate firmly in the clumsy hands of someone else that may or may not be around for him to lean on.
we are all alone. sinners are we all.