Monday, 30 July 2012
“It struck him that the truly characteristic
thing about modern life was not its cruelty and insecurity, but simply
its bareness, its dinginess, its listlessness. Life, if you looked
about you, bore no resemblance not only to the lies that streamed out
of the telescreen, but even to the ideals that the Party was trying to
achieve. The ideal set up by the Party was something huge, terrible,
and glittering—a world of steel and concrete, of monstrous machines and
terrifying weapons—a nation of warriors and fanatics marching forward
in perfect unity, all thinking the same thoughts and shouting the same
slogans…” 1984. still dont know what to make of it.
Wednesday, 11 July 2012
11.07
Aspirations to be free from all materialistic restraints. I
want to sell my money to the highest
bidder. I want to be able to travel not in poverty but in life. There’s nothing
nobody needs which isn’t already free, but even that stretches only to gain
from egos. Peace and love can no longer exist in Brittan. The streets are
swarmed with the snakes. I have the guilty conscious that of being human. We
have destroyed each other and all life with it. There never was love between
ourselves, just our flawed ambitions.
Thursday, 5 July 2012
<.03
Terrible days ,
endless nights,
no missed alerts
"I Don't know why I'm even alive"
half- hearted promises.
Cheap cold glances.
Lies.
Lies.
Lies.
Feeling nothing at all ,
Its an empty life.
Its an empty life indeed,
but I can't remember it any other way
endless nights,
no missed alerts
"I Don't know why I'm even alive"
half- hearted promises.
Cheap cold glances.
Lies.
Lies.
Lies.
Feeling nothing at all ,
Its an empty life.
but I can't remember it any other way
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