Tangents of my Mind

hey.
so, im back, again.
how've you been? i missed ya.

ok, well....just kidding.

well i dont have to much to say, but,

i would like to paint a picture. with words.
can you see it?

commentary, really, thats all i say,
i mean
God has spoken, what else do i say but
about what has been said and done?

exaaaactly.

so, im going to talk about light.

mkay.

light (by definition) is: something that makes things visible or affords illumination: All colors depend on light.

hmmm, then.
according to our own meaning,
that something that helps us see, basically everything,
is basically only a something.

we don't quite know the true nature of light, whether
it applys to Physics, in that the particle or wave natures. or dual.
but for once we are certain on something,
uncertainty, that is.

Of course, the sun, is the primary source of light for the entire solar system,
and the stars help a little, i guess, but
if you believe what i believe, then
you already know God created this primary, original source of light.
this thing, that emits something in order for us to be able to see everything else.

Now darkness, yes. darkness
well without darkness,
would there be any light?
or vice versa?

In the first part of Isaiah 45:7 (KJV) it says
I form the light, and create darkness.

i'll get back to that, but please please please
remember that light.

in the next part of the same verse, it says.

I make peace, and create evil: I the LORD do all these things.

much confusion is placed within this text, as it clearly states
that the Lord creates evil.

the word evil, in that writing, in Hebrew is the word

ra'

which in modern English is "calamity" or "disaster" or "woe,"
a more physical sense of "evil" if you will.

Yet why would God create that if God is not evil?
    lets go back to the first part of the verse....

God created darkness, this also differs from evil, in that,
it is not a morally evil type of darkness, but a physical one.

it's almost like He created darkness,
so we can tell what is light.
hmmm.

Let's go back again,
God created light,
once more, God speaks of a physical type of light
that one something that helps us see everything and frankly,
provides us with a great analogy of how to live our lives.

So if 1 John 1:5 (KJV) says that "God is light, and in Him is no darkness at all."
then did God create himself?

You see, God didn't create this kind of "moral" light.
This kind that Jesus refers to when He says
that He is the light of the world.
After all its said in 2 Corinthians 4:18
While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen:
for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.

Now what is this light?
I dont know about you, but what that last verse speaks of
just makes me more sure of my own life after this one
because i know, this body I have isnt going to last me too long.
and sooner or later, this world is going to fall apart.
so basically, this world isnt going to last my decaying body much longer.

i need something unconceivable, unchanging to hold to.
and i dont want just anything,
i want something that will do what it says it does,
something that will know who I am, and know whats best for me.
something, hmmmm, something...
where have I heard that word before?....

I need light.
I need it so bad.

so come on.
you've read this far.
you have to know me well to care that much.
lets be imitators of this light.
you know, because,
when all definitions and worlds are gone
whats going to be left
but light?

goodbye sweet sounds,

When did you come?
was it in the whisper of love,
Or the cry of my heart,
before I knew it,
I was back at the start

no more kind melodies

more than a lullaby
I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit,
it's my dreams you take.

so long beautiful songs,

I knew you once
I followed through
but by that time
the sky was clear as blue

what of those heavenly psalms,

they're gone I cry
see love is that but what you give
if you take, take, take
only the self lives

where are the simple tunes,

I held on tight
thinking things so
i kept my head up high
i forgot what was below

They're gone my favorite lyrics

no more i sing
but that I lament
the one I know
must be from heaven sent

I miss that joyful hymn

You know i pretend
to make it dissapear
but its easy to see
that i wear out my fear.

but what,
i hear so sweet a sound.
oh lovely melodies
seem to come unbound

i wait once more
so to test the heart
it breathes new life
just like the start

beautiful tune
sprung forth once more
i long to see your face
for its you, i truly adore

The simple contrast.
the balance of ambiguity.
Take a good look around you city girl,  you and me, were meant to be.

When two things differ from eachother, to truly opposite,
they must have no things similar.

When hate is spoken of with love,
they disagree with the definitions of those who thought of such words,
for, if one were to think of a word, they would be giving meaning to an action,
or twas it the other way around, that being, giving meaning to the word through action.

Aynways, why is it when we contemplate if we are innocent we are disproving ourselves of it,
is to ask the question to doubt, which may or may not lead to strength in itself, through
which we find the answer.

That, is ambiguity.

Im glad you read it. Its simple.

inorder to dedicate ones life to something, one must understand it.
right?

i mean, say i want to place soccer, i learn and train, and then, perfect
im amazing at it, i am complete in soccer.

wait, then completing it, you master it, you own it, you claim it for yourself.

You know of the one thing, the One. who you cant control.
So why try?? to control that is.
Youve tried over and over,
situations come along, and you screw up.
its happening right now.
Those arent just story tales in that big blue book, its alive.

So if you cant control something, why belong to it, or really, let it belong to you?

whats the same constant that keeps on occuring in all that you do?
That mistake you made with him, with her, with yourself?

You couldnt control it.
yet
You put all these other things into your life, just so you can feel in the pilots seat.

Now hold up, I dont remember, in this little garden i heard of, that people worried of controling,
I could have sworn they ate from a tree.
a tree of life.
Now what is life but existing?
Is life the definition of what it contains, or is what it contains the definition of life?
I think we have a perverted definition of life.
I think we constantly try to transform ourselves from what junk is in our life.
lets say, every thing you have in your life right now, is a nice sized cardboard box.
lets say Gods will, is also a box, because, afterall, isnt that a thing?
and you have to hold every problem in your life, which is also a box,
Now after having, oh, to name a few, gossip, lust, hatred, deceit, fearful. the pile starts to stack up.

How many boxes will it take for you to fall?

what if you can take one box, just one, and thats all you'll ever have to hold?
What if this box, made you so focused on itself, that you would be too busy with it,
you'd never have time for the others.

It's almost like, you would be so concentrated on living your life,
that you wouldnt have to focus on transforming yourself.

people.
Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world.
okay?
Do you know what the pattern is?
i think the last trick of the trap of the pattern is let you struggle with getting rid of it.
finish it,
but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.

Did it say try to transform your mind?
no, it said let your mind transform you.
How?
by being.
yes.
just being,
because in this life of ambiguosity,
anyone can make up a word, that anyone could believe.

so will you be struggling on what to decide on what you believe?
or will you be?
and let the renewing of your mind.
transform you.

cold. very cool. bitter. penetrating ice.
no feeling.
just aware of my environment.
and what it has to do with me.

its monday soon. and it kills me

darkness too, damp darkness
almost engulfing me.
I dont care though.
maybe once i did,
but not now. not anymore.

it monday soon. and it kills me

flying past fast. WOW!
really quickly now.
hot. fast. too much.
they dont hit me though.

i monday soon. and it kills me

my pack is heavy.
and theres not enough light.
the trees block the moon out.
These Nam jungles kill you before you die.

monday soon. and it  kills me

I mean, would you believe it?
I won the lottery at 20 years old,
sure i did, and i passed all the tests too.
Its almost been five years now
they said it was done at two.


monday soon. an it  kills me

I wish rolling thunder worked.
there'd be no reason for me to come here
it'd be all done by then
Would you believe I got here on March 8th when i did?


monday soon. a it  kills me

They just keep em coming,
more and more of em,
i dont see much sense in it though,
they just keep dying,
and heck, im 21 now.


monday soon. it  kills me

Wheres my small suburban house I was promised?
Wheres my loving wife and 2.3 kids experts say i should have?
Whats my mom and dad think of their son whos never been so far away?
Wheres my life?


monday soon t  kills me

If its in "the best interests of the american people",
then why do we destory places like
Tet, Pleiku, Chu Lai, Binh Dinh, Saigon, Hồ Chí Minh, Laos, Cambodia, Khe Sanh, Điện Biên Phủ, Truong, or as most know it, Vietnam.


monday soon  kills me

Oh God March 16th, 1968.
the cold has nothing to do with the lack feeling of these bullets that sear my flesh.
Charlie Company.
that day.
wrath is worst when you have the gun-in-hand.
see to it that no one knows my fate.
mine is the worst, mine is the hell.

monda soon kills me

but i know it wasnt the Cong that killed me.
It was that lottery, it layed me to rest.
I never won a single thing in my life till that day.
i guess luck is different for different people.

mond soon kills me

But now its October 30th, 1970.
my lungs are filling up with water
and blood is thick on adrenaline
i thought this fight dealt with the enemy
but now its not the enemy thats killing me,
its my fate. the wrath no longer is mine.

monsoon kills me

the worst one in history.
nature's taking back what i took.
give me a little break here.
cmon vietnam.
its a funny little thing.
wrath that is.

i feel a twisting inside me.
straight in the gulliver it is.

i just came back from nicaragua this morning.
long flights and early mornings.

i have a soft spot for dark eyebrows and funky teeth.

just notice the small things, read it again.
and it'll make sense

i changed in nicaragua. so please dont hold me back.
i saw something you should never have to see.
and i dont want you to.
i dont want to lose you, but if it means saving you. so be it.

this isnt just a story, its a life.

but its also a death.

thats the last laugh of life. it always gets it.

and i dont think it should have happened this way.

heres something.
its called.
life in a week.
or (for you know it is a working title, and the author still cannot choose, and he thus as such power for doing so)
a week in the life.
or just.
period.

i flew twice today, but i stopped inbetween
i got there late it was the most beautiful thing
i had ever seen
i saw friends and families reunite once again
i thought the good times would never end
i set out for a week of labor and hard work
i started to get tired
i started to murk
i worked at a hospital
i saw people get fixed
i had some emotions
i could tell they were mixed
i saw a life begin through birth
i was so happy, so filled with mirth
i was appreciative for all that had been done
i had priorities each night, the first to have fun
i made it though half the week
i did not crumble
i was not weak

But when wednesday came.
there was no more i.
the feeling crept on to us all one by one.
no more cliches to fix what we had...started.
you hear this in the news every single day.
but you dont hear that its real.
that something wrong happened.
surgery had been going on all day.
so me still being me.

i had decided to watch

a eight month old infant was being fixed.
a cleft lip was being repaired.
no more periods at the end of the sentence.
or, that was what we had hoped.
heart trouble, they said what was wrong.

i was not ready

skipped beats, fewer, then none.
the mid-day attire was wet scrubs.
but this was more than me.
this was the end.  

i said to myself, one must not be weary
i said life does not end there
       i felt numb.
            i deviated myself from the life i live.
                                                     the life you live.

you came into the picture.
you are tangible.
you briged the gap then.
you started to make sense to me.
you have no clue what im talking about.

   i can see you die
           but you,
                  you keep me dead.
    without you,
       i would live forever
but i,
       i dont want that to happen.



but wait.


im here for you.

i collapse.


i inhale.

i exhale.


i think.


nautious feelings arise in the back of my throat.
while i try to focus my pupils on one object.
i cry to realize that those arent objects.
that im seeing.
and i dont own a hotel on boardwalk.

so wait. and hope. thats all i can do.

but then i say its not. and i expire.

do this or

that. and live. or do this or that.

my clock is 5 minutes ahead of time.
isnt that funny? how can it be ahead of time.
infront of? beyond? something non-physical?
hah. alright.

phoenix shouldnt have to die.
its not her fault.
she was made that way.

but wait. again.

if she was made. then she was made to not
be in control of herself. her life.
then how is that so different from me.

and then that i died. because i cried out...
save me. please.

wow.

i love x men.

save me. again.

i'll hope.

andwait.

I was really hoping i'd die peacefully.

but i wont. so then again. thats not such a letdown.

i mean this is more of a helpline than a journal anyway.
thats so sweet.
now you can know how i deal with crap.

but i have none with other people. its just all in my head trying
to take root in this 26 letter alphabet and other various symbols. and numbers.

i wonder if theres a car involved.


so im really tired of being tired. and its not that im complaining
its just im ready to move on. and theres nothing holding me back
no deep metaphor for containment, i'll just go.

I tried to move past a mental block physically last night.
I hit my head on the dashboard. but i got an idea.

something about faith. its connecting like a circuit board.
which Father Physics happened to have taken my book that im reading now. so great.

heres a quote. yes. give me a break.

And if Jesus’ own prayer in the garden wasn’t granted, what is there for us to pray, except ‘thy will be done,’ which there’s no use in praying because His will be done anyhow?”

so we pray out of faith so that the impossible will happen (numerous lines of thinking have been skipped that would have taken up too much space.)

We pray because we're commanded too, and because it shows that we truly believe in this amazing God of ours. because how many of us pray just to hear our words serenade us or please ourselves? but to pray with a sincere heart is telling God that I love you so much and i want your will done sooo much that i'm going to trust you with my deepest darkest secrets.
It was more as though I had been in a house and a storm had blown off the roof; I was more in the light than I had though." In showing that love and faith are made of the same belief in the impossible.

alright.
i'll stop preaching.

I figured out that we may say that we are so lost right now. because hey. when will we ever be found? when will know the answers?

ding ding ding
when we die.

so no more emoness.
im past that.

Oh you want to know somehting I found out? oh wow. maybe im just slow.

so beauty? what do you think about it? is it in the eye of the beholder or what?
in the creator? both? hmm

beauty is what? its hard to describe really.
well its desribing something appealing to you. yes?
isnt that judging something then?
and i dont think we are suppose to judge one another. or things for that matter/
for how they appear to us. who are we to decide that God made something ugly
just because we dont like how their hair looks or how they made you mad.

Okay so we have opinions though and feelings towards people
i mean thats a different thing though. that deals with love
and thats way beyond me.

so when you see the way the toilet perfectly flushes in a circular cone motion.
you may see it as discusting. but i think its beautiful.

im on a boat.
right now.
surrounded by the thoughts of whom i cant start to describe.
being passionate vs. passive. is too hard a choice to pick
once we understand we have a choice to make we no longer
want to choose. nor can we.

being stupid isnt so bad.

unhappiness comes from everyone having their own reasons.
but since standing on the fringes of life make you more...
aware.

then you cant look around you and say.

i like all people.

specifics. reasons. we have a preference of who we hang out with,
what we do, and its all brought upon how we think.

to not be able to piece coherant sentences together is not to be stupid.

to be stupid is to not make sense of them.

eating phospherous makes your body glow.

not in a good way, though. hmmm. oh well.

my deus ex machina is late again.

where are you?
im waiting for you to come and save me.

move your hand and lift me out of this scene.

life is no longer a two-act play .

so whats keeping you back.  play these words over again till they make sense. all six of them.

A storm is coming, Frank says
 a storm that will swallow the children
and I will deliver them from the kingdom of pain
I will deliver the children back the their doorsteps
And send the monsters back to the underground
 I'll send them back to a place where no-one else can see them
Except for me Because I am . . . well....me.

 live now. in this                     moment.       
                                                                                        when you read this. think of this.

nothing else.
dont try to force
yourself
to think.
                                                                                        hell.
                                                                                        dont think.
just break off.
dont blank out.
remain in the                             present.
dont get on with the                    future
or over your                                 past.
dont make this a                     memory
 that you look back to.        
and dont bring yourself to now either.
                                                                                        be perfect.  thats all im asking.
                                                                                        Jesus told us to.
                                                                                        smirk.
become bare and
 just accept it.
whatever you may face.
you know that theres
                                                                                        some issue in your way?
                                                                                        is that what it is?  What way is it in?
simplify - tear away,  and stare yourself down.
i cant help but telling the truth.
its not my will but theirs.
His.                                                                               they made me do it.



and after all.
smile                                      right now.

Rain falls on the stained concrete.
its colder this night than ever before.
i coughed up the blood of my mind until the dashboard was red.
i'll be its suicide. just give me a chance.
too many already, too many idiosyncrasies

a carcrash happens.
you know that where i am has never been where ive ever felt belonged
hello new friends. i am a permanent new tangible universe.
im a stranger with this door key.
show me my expectations, and i'll tear them down.

i'll confuse you to unending ends.
face to face?>are you gonna keep it strong.
my eyes dryed from the hot air that comes off.

this is dangerous. i dont care about risks as long as i take them.
be sick, and tired of betraying english teachers.
excuses are nothing but made up answers. hah, yeah.

and poems are made to hide uncertainty.
while amongst us, we are bewildered in the midst of all our surroundings.
that made me sound smart. that made me sound stupid.
it doesnt fricken matter, fricken is a bad word. everyword
is a bad word depending on how you use it.

the tongue is the most vile of things. sure the cuts
and bruises hurt a little. but scars last forever.

so this one time.....and that happened. thats an elipses.
start at one place and pick up at another.
garden state. do you hate it yet>?

people know that its bad to lie. everyone does it.
but dont do it to yourself. thats the worst.
when you believe something you say.
and not say something you believe.

i will carry my enemy.
even when your hope is gone.
discoloration clouds my vision, suddenly.
black my wrists and slit my eyes.
thats right, a new fad, blank, im going to destroy everyone of you.

but oh how i can live for you all.
live like im meant to , your cryin shoulder. right?

think with your ______blank-fill it in.

heart?
head?
thoughts?
passion?
somethin else?

i say never tell. that gives away your secret.
everyone can live a lie. and it doesnt even have to be yours.

make this a memory. you remeber that time we_______blank.

ive lost all sense of fear. my feelings have become insincere.
i could never feel this way. im holding on to feel the same.
just let go, let go. you know there's beauty in the breakdown.

get back to the disaster. dear GOd, why is My heart beating FaSTer?>

happens.

go with your life and no one elses.

thats definetly not with the flow.

be what defines you best. and if things suck, it happens too.

live on.

not much too it.

we can wait this one through you and i.
times our best friend.
taking life two steps at a time, has never been
so interesting.
things to know:
adjectives are different for every person.

when you cant say anything, dont say anything.

if you feel like it, just make a fool out of yourself,
its fun to do, trust me on this one.

vinegar and baking sodas make crappy bottle rockets by themselves.

sometimes looking at the bigger picture, helps us see whats going on.

if you cant see it. you really havent tried.

and heck, stop being so unoffended.
dont lay back and conform to the wills of others.

*and finally

dont take things personally, unless their meant to be,
its irrevocablly exasperating. oooo, i love you guys. ha. he . sporadic laughing.

This evening, the sturdy Levi's
I wore every day for over a year
& which seemed to the end
in perfect condition,
suddenly tore.
How or why I don't know,
but there it was: a big rip at the crotch.
A month ago my friend Nick
walked off a racquetball court,
showered,
got into this street clothes,
& halfway home collapsed & died.
Take heed, you who read this,
& drop to your knees now & again
like the poet Christopher Smart,
& kiss the earth & be joyful,
& make much of your time,
& be kindly to everyone,
even to those who do not deserve it.
For although you may not believe
it will happen,
you too will one day be gone,
I, whose Levi's ripped at the crotch
for no reason,
assure you that such is the case.
Pass it on.

I am waiting 'til I don't know when,
cause I'm sure it's gonna happen then.
Time keeps creeping through the neighborhood,
killing old folks, waking up babies just like we knew it would.

All the neighbors are starting up a fire,
burning all the old folks, the witches, and the liars.
My eyes are covered by the hands of my unborn kids,
but my heart keeps watching through the skin of my eyelids.

They say a watched pot won't ever boil,
well, I closed my eyes and nothing changed,
just some water getting hotter in the flames.

It's not a lover I want no more,
and it's not heaven I'm pining for,
but there's some spirit I used to know,
that's been drowned out by the radio.

They say a watched pot won't ever boil,
you can't raise a baby on motor oil,
just like a seed down in the soil, you gotta give it time.

well.

May your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

so let me get this straight.
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okay
.
heaven.
perfect, yes.
.
earth.
not so perfect.
.
Our prayer is to have things be AS they are in heaven.
.
What is Jesus talking about there?

is it. how do I get into heaven?
or rather. how do I bring heaven here?


wow. that deserves a couple thousand exclamation marks.

If people see hell on earth.
[Famine, debt, oppression, loneliness, despair, death, slaughter, ect.]

then people should be able to see heaven on earth as well.

I think we're naturally inclined to bring up the bad things,
to not consider that as a Christians, that what we want to do
is to resist this hell coming to earth.

Think about this.

You did not choose me, but I chose you.

This life here is not only about having faith in God.
But that He has faith in us.
did you know that?!?!?!

God, our everything, has trust in us, dust of the earth.

God knows we are capable of great things. He knows we can walk on water
not because we dont have enough faith in him. but because
we doubt ourselves.

it is amazing to view things in life, that are just being revealed to you.
ithinksoanyway.

I'm learning that very few people actually live from their heart.
Very few live connected with their soul. They are afraid to
let Jesus face the junk in their lives and clear it away.

Im afraid of what we are being told as young believers.

I say the system has to be changed. It has to be destroyed and
replaced not with another system but with an entirely new way of life.

I have been told that I need to believe in Jesus.
which is a good thing.
But what I am learning is that Jesus believes in me.

So lets tackle down the issues. or rather
discussions of todays topics. start. go. commence.

Love.

It is by far my most favorite topic of life.
why?
well, God is love, God gave us love, and told us to love everyone else.
simple enough? you'd think so, but theres lotsa questions that arrive
with this whole thing.

you might know where im building on.

So we all know that "For God so LOVED the world...."

well what does it mean for God to love the world?
Does God love evil people? Mean people?
People who dont believe in Him?
Do people exhaust God's love?

Because God loves the world is an answer to the quesion,
why did God give his son?
Its an answer that is real, one you can trust.
Its an answer you can base your life on.

how about that? an answer....you can base your life on.
Its the truth. It is truth.

But as you can guess, these answers lead to more questions like.

How can God be Love? Is every experience love an experience of God?
Is every experience of God an experience of love?

everything is going to raise more questions. it always does.

truth always leads to more truth. because truth is insight to
God.
And what is God?
He is infinte, limitless, without boundries.

Stop. for a second.
Its still about love. hang with it.
yes. not about it or around it.
hang with it.
perfect.

God is like an unending pool. you can keep swimming and swimming
but you have to understand no matter how hard and fast you swim
the bottom is always out of reach.
He is the true meaning of what we teenagers call, deep.

When everything gets answered, it's fake. The mystery is the truth.

So God is a mystery in a way. right?
God is also Love. mmhmm?
and the insight into God is truth. yeah?

I think we serve a pretty awesome God then.

So we have a mystery here.....love.
love is true. we claim it as Christians.
We claim it as people.

But the thing is. we, as people.
always want to grasp a clearer concept of this crazy little thing called
love.
you know it dont you?
its a mystery. One thats not going to be revealed before the end of the show.

Love itself is pure adoration of what we do for God.

Remember when i said that God is deep?

Well you know God is love so, yeah....

Love is deep.

It has these layers to it. they are un-ending as well.
it is wise to tread softly in love.
for it is holy ground. it is to realize God is here.
God is there. God's in that burning bush that you've seen
for the last 20 years of your life, but its starting to come together.

Take comfort in this love.
In God's love.
It is pure. Love does not apply by man's hollywood standards.

Do what you do. you are not what you do. you do because who you are.

Lovely.

Thats a nice word.
To be full of love. hmm. i think i like it.

it might make you feel better.

im in the. pictures are amazing mood.

Have you been making agreements to accept a situation in which the
parties get variations from what they originally sought, to achieve
a compatible outcome?
well then you should probablly mabey, you know, stop it?

the word of the day is: compromise.

some people use it as a way to settle between them or others find it
as a median between two extremes. but im talking about something different.
something that would apply more to everyday things for everyone.

You are holding you back. Only because people allow yourself to.
then why dont you stop it hmm? no answer necessary.
so by you allowing yourself to become less like what you
want yourselfto be, makes you less like, well, you.
agreed? Its these things, these everyday easy solutions to problems.
that will eventually tear us down. lets build on that.

Our generation is a people of unknown identities.
so why dont we bother actually trying to discover them within ourselves.
Its not like im asking you to give everything you believe in for free.
mabey you dont agree with the stupid little things that make you
ask yourself, why did i say that, or why do i have to show people
that im like that? theres more than an answer in here.

We dont all make them. im sorry i cant be optimistic and allow us
for room for mistakes. its this sober perspective. a happy one though.
so get this down. You're not your job. You're not how much money
you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the
contents of your wallet. You're not your khakis. You are who you
make yourself out to be. that is, who people see you as.
If you know that you have a deeper place. well we all do, but.
not many of us show it. not saying that you have to or should.
saying be real,really you. dont have regret. regret isnt made
for the human soul to handle. so yeah, get rid of it.
if you feel like you are not right with God, then take that up with
Him, have people you can talk to about it. but we have to stop
finding a source to blame our compromises on. because people,
not good things will be engraved into us. i dont want that.
i dont think any of us. do.

We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place.
We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war...
our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television
to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars.
But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

so show me.