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i don't understand the fact that australia is supposed to be one of the most multicultural countries on earth, yet mainstream australian television is made up of people who are predominantly caucasian in appearance? i thought art was supposed to imitate life not falsify it.

talk the talk, walk the walk.

you know what, i could sit here for hours on end thinking and writing about what i should really be doing to make my life better. in all honesty, i'm done putting all my energy into telling people who i really want to be. i think there comes a time when you have to start doing exactly what you want to do regardless of other people's opinions. i mean it would be stupid not to take the advice of other people, but you can't always rely on someone elses experiences. when you do depend on what others have done, you never really get the opportunity to be tested, to see how worthy you are to achieve your dreams. i love making mistakes, i love knowing what i have done is wrong so i begin to understand what is right. i'm done trying to be right, i want to be more wrong then anything this world has seen, i want to stoop to the lowest of lows.

and then.....

i am going to rise and i am going to be the best i can ever be. words are constantly changing in meaning but actions, actions are caught on the photographic film of our memories forever.

fail!

the failure to succeed is just as sweet as the success of failure, for true success is never properly earnt without the ability to rise everytime we fall.

you're not really who you think you are.

fuck it. no one ever really listens anyway. constantly nodding like cracked out zombies of society; start fighting for what you believe in, not just agreeing with everyone out of fear of oppression. being outcast was the best thing that every happened to me, i never knew who i really was until i had no one to tell me who i should be. life is rubbish until you kick the shit out of expectations. i condone and am infatuated by violent nonconformists, well really that’s what artists are. whoever you are out there, anytime you’re feeling no one appreciates your work, i’m probably here admiring your courage. you’re amazing and i value everything you do. be free, you deserve to cut some shit loose.

(via oliveinthunderland.tumblr.com)

LISTEN UP!

people who think too much are the ones who are not really thinking at all.

the rising of the fallen

my knees are endlessly bleeding from my ritualistic search for hope. i kneel on cold concrete, rosary in my hand, head in the other, all i seek is redemption. my conversations with God have been reduced to my pleading for assistance, pleading for miraclous intervention. if he is as omnipotent as is written, why does he allow this world to spiral out of control? he leaves us to suffer from disease, greed and war, while he sits over and watches us like a rodeo. does he think this is all a joke? the pain we suffer every single day? i'm done praying, God doesn't care about me, i've lost all my faith in everything i was brought up to believe.

i prayed for recovery and he made me worse, i fought for days, writhering in pain as the jolts shook throughout my body. i felt defeated, as if nothing in this destructive world would ever save the remenants which lay on the hospital bed. the priest is at my feet, he talks of eternal salvation and the glory of god's kingdom in heaven. i feel like telling him how mistaken he really is, how blinded by this torturous world he has become. it's strange because he constantly talks about the angels always guiding me, i can't help but wonder about the white glow which illuminates his body, i sit staring at him as the light around him glows. the light begins to burn my eyes, stretching out it begins to pull me towards it. suddenly i am spiralling into a pool of beaming light, constantly being pulled down into the depths of a bottomless realm. there are people floating all around me, mother's nursing their children as angelic figures hover above them, lovers caressing each other in a warm embrace. suddenly i hear a gun shot, a man lay there bleeding as i scream for help. i want to assist him but my body is in shock, my mind is fighting with every bit of will i possess, but i can't move. a beautiful lady with long flowing hair stands to the right of the dying man, she smiles as she touches his forehead and before i know it the man is hugging her.

i close my eyes, wondering whether i am dreaming or have simply died, when i open them i am back on my knees, still clutching my rosary as it slips from my sweaty palms. the sun begins to shine through the windows projecting a myriad of colorful images around the world. the sheer beauty of the rainbow of colour has me mesmerised; in awe at the magnitude of the radiant rays which begin to stretch out in front of me. i begin to realise how such a small and beautiful experience has transformed my hopeless thoughts into a feeling of gratefulness. i feel grateful for having the opportunity to experience such a magnetic display of nature. enchanting nature which without the dedication of god our father, would be a mere thought within the mind of a exceptionately imaginative child. the realisation dawns on me that god has and continues to give me everything i need, i can't expect him to fix the problems i have caused myself. in my lifetime i have been consumed by the greed, decite and yearning for materiality that the devil has planted within the minds of a captialist society. i remember the days when all that mattered was the time we spent enjoying life, not the expense of the experience. really i think i'm just being irresponsible, instead of owning up to my faults, i've being trying to mask them as a series of unfortunate events. in actuality, i caused this downward spiral; i encouraged it every step of the way. i've had enough, enough of all the lies, selfishness and greed. when i die, i have nothing but everything i ever said and did in life, none of money will ever be there to protect me and cover up my mistakes. i want to be remembered for everything i did that was right, not everything i didn't do. we all have good in us, it's just a matter of recognising and fighting the evil which threatens us every single day.

i stand up, the blood on my knees, along with my once sweat palms, have dried. i close my eyes and fly away.

everyday we must all fight our battles, will you be a warrior of life? or fall to the depths of your own destruction? the choice is always yours and every consequence must be accepted. rise with the fallen for they are the soldier's of life.

no more pleasing.

for just one moment can we forget what everyone else expects from us and start trying to do what we think is right? we aren't here to please the world, so now is the time to stop trying.

fight to apologise

it is in moments of intense anger that our conscious mind is stunned by a flood of emotional thought; constantly fighting to regain a sense of logical thinking and reason. the greatest summit of the mind is to coerce the mouth into producing symbolic words which create emotional balance and ressurrect the harmony thoughout the body.

saying sorry is not so hard when you really mean it. stop fighting. apology accepted

lost

i live in a dream world where our substance abuse has us hooked on reality, wondering why nothing ever makes sense.

wait less, live more.

i constantly see and hear people complaining and mellowing over the wish that they 'just once meant something to someone'. sometimes i think these sorts of people are purely blinded by their own sorrows. we never actually realise that we mean something to every single person we meet and communicate with on a daily basis. whether it be our mother, brother, cousin, uncle, boss, best friends, neighbour, even our local butcher; our lives have some value to each one of these people. the absence of our presence is often not felt until it is diminished, however we must never forget and be grateful for everything we have in the present. there are so many people who don't have a family or many friends yet each and every day they wake up and are thankful for all they have. so before we start feeling sorry for what we don't have, maybe we should take a second to think about everything we do have and maybe, just maybe, spend a little less time on wishing and waiting and spend a little more time on living and loving.

no regrets

life is so much more enjoyable when you stop fearing failure and start embracing embarrassment. in the next century we are all going to be but a distant memory to the society of that time, i doubt they are going to analyse every mistake we ever made. go wild, fuck some shit up! the world is your playground.

love or lust

wake up with you staring into my eyes, right down the barrell into the heart of my soul. you've got me by my core and i'm melting in your presence.