About Me
According to The Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, I am an INFJ - Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Judging (Introverted Intuition with Extraverted Feeling). Apparently my personality type is the rarest only making up 1% of the worlds population. You're amazed and intrigued, I'm sure. Tang is awesome. So is Family Guy. And Married with Children. I find the male genitalia to be quite mystical. It holds the key to life, I'm sure of it. My clock is broken. You're not as cool as you think you are. I'm probably cooler than you, although, thats not saying much. I don't care what 'underground', 'hardcore', 'indie' bands you listen too, it doesn't make you elite and you don't hold merit over anyone else. Music is subjective, I for the life of me don't know why people don't seem to get that. I don't care how many tags you have next to your name. Its myspace, in the real world we all piss and cry the same way, so to speak. If I like you, its because you're an interesting lovely person all round. The end. I wish people would stop trying so hard, its really sad. I like to sing when no one is listening. I'm a rockstar by night. I'm also a ninja. I can't scream very loudly, which is why i would not win a shouting match (i'd still kick your ass though). i love lo mein. i hate the smell of cologne / mens body spray, it literally makes me gag. i love japenese music, actually japanese culture in general has always interested. strangly enough, people always think i'm asian, i'm not. i've never been on a date. i'm pretty passive at times, although i can still probably maybe possibly kick your ass. my music taste is pretty eclectic. i hate sherbert, its the saddest excuse of a frosty confectionary treat ever. i pretty much own every single goosebumps book there is. i'm horrible at 'talking' about myself.
So I've been having a lot of thoughts lately. Maybe contemporary post classic natural philosophy. It was thought that constant change, was in fact the most basic characteristic of nature. Ergo, everything is in constant flux and movement and nothing is abiding. We can not step twice into the same river. When I step for the second time into the goddamned river; neither I nor the river are ever the goddamn same. So I've been thinking about drowning lately. You know. Symbolically. And so I've been thinking about fate as well. The Greeks called it Fatalism; the belief that whatever happens is predestined. Fate is slutted throughout history through some goddamn form of oracle type of fucking outlet. So whatever fucking vague ambiguous shit perspective is forseen; in retrospect is actually quite unforseeable and difficult to repudiate. Whenever I look at the stars, I see a fucking chaos of twinkling dots. Tragedy foreshadowed. Someone shoot me. Because you know. It's not like I can escape my destiny.
With the idea of revolution seeping into mainstream america, those who began truly fighting for it have lost hope. nowadays you can pick up all your "make a change" merchandise at the "hip" store in your mall. the revolution has gone corporate. the very entities some fought to end are now cashing in. corporate america has won. the things you fought for now have become hollow and meaningless. words once packed with emotion now lay empty. love. sex. they go hand-in-hand now. casual activities once taken so seriously. sex without love. love without desire. without thinking. i'm not preaching about your revolution gone bad. i'm not preaching about the leisurely sex you had this past weekend after you got her wasted. and i'm not talking about the lies he told you to get you in bed. this is how about meanings change. death. death associated with indifference. desensitized. and how there is this uncontrolable force leading every bit of resistance astray. i'm also talking about the overall emptiness of our society, where there lacks true meaning. its the media that programs us. developing clones of us. programming the fm soundtrack, dressing us in overpriced singapore-child made clothes, and laughing at how we buy what they tell us to.
::The Number Twelve Looks Like You || Heavens || Denali || Bat For Lashes || An Albatross || The Presets || Porcelain And The Tramps || A Wilhelm Scream || Tokyo Police Club || The Oval Portrait || Engine Down || Kiss Kiss || The Lawrence Arms || Dir En Grey || The Tiny || The Legion Of Doom || Thieves Like Us || Felix Da Housecat || Aural Vampire || Signal To Noise || Bury Your Dead || Ladytron || The Mean Reds || New Atlantic || Crystal Castles || Showbread || Baumer || The Blackout || Guttermouth || Bayside || The Velocet || Nekromantix || The Bastard Fairies || These Arms Are Snakes || Nurses || Team Sleep || Sia || Bullets To Broadway || The Bronx || Damone::
Audrey Kawasaki
If You Feel Like Dying, You Might Wanna Sing
"I heard a Rumor..."
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