HOIST THE COLORS

so i guess i'm finally back.its been more than a year so i thought it was just about time that some venom be spilt.hell,even the happy need some respite from their perfect lives don't they.this again is an utterly useless peice of inane banter that was typed out in a headache.the exasperation with the human race hasn't died out... its just reaching new levels of abject despair.this one's about summin that we all experience,we all feel...like a fart at a dinner table,but refuse to acknowledge.this is to all that i want to just turn turn my back to and yes,the same old disease...gratify myselfheh heh..nuff said,read on

full circle..naah,full stop.what the fuck is goin on..wud someone fuckin care to explain??it was supposed to be a jerry bruckheimer flick..if ya get what i mean[ for the ill informed,those are the only happening movies ever w.r.t. top gun,pirates,gone in 60 seconds,blah..u name it,the man's done it..apart from occasional good shit by renny harlin,dominic sena,david fincher,joel silver...blah] but that's not the point here..is it now?
that's basically how i wanted me life to turn out..but yup,it inevitably,inexorably turned out to be an oliver stone or a stanley kubrick production..jeez..even a francis ford coppola cud have done..but no,it just had to get fucked up..even that ain't the issue here.. the issue isn't the low profile..the issue we're addressing here is just the completely warped up silent awkwardness u get wen u're watchin a silent movie in a theatre and yer stomach rumbles like calypso havin the hots for davy jones in all her hedonistic fury,if ya get what i mean.everything around is so fucking confused and more so,so fucking immaterial..all the scum around,and by scum i do not mean some shitty morally eroded womanizing bitch an a half of a prick..but what i'd rather mean is the abject lack of a life around..i mean how can club hopping be more interesting than coffee in yer own room at midnight.music is important.agreed.but wen ya have to drive down two kilometres and all ya do throughout the drive is choose a song that u'd like to listen to,and that too,by the time u're done finding the song,u're done driving too.looking good is really important nowadays.a black shirt is a necessity for a party.nightlife has replaced life.dance.dance like imbeciles.proclaim your dumbness from the rooftops.yes,intellectualism is dead.the configuration of yer laptop matters now.so does the capacity of yer i pod.u may be loading shit on it..but hey who cares..u have a hundred and sixty GB of crappy ass music on it.no,we don't listen to music on our journeys now.music hasn't got the same importance anymore.because u spend all yer time shuffling thru and thru..create more and more playlists...for occassions,for moments..and very very accurately miss the fucking moment itself.its the generation of the fucking label.
nothin worth dying for.no passion.cars?zippos?gizmos? has tech slavery got us that fuckin hooked?why? why give in..?? why give in to this bleeding primitive habit?where does it end? sit back..think..NO..don't think. just let go.just let go.what wud ya want more than anything else in the whole world..more than anything,anything at all,this is where the dodge vipers and the 599 GTBs might or might not stay in contention..we want a piece of everything,a bit of this,a chunk of that,a slice of that,why not just one thing..just one pure lustful wish.one thing that ya wudn't be willing to share with anyone.enter jerry bruckheimer..something as important as a tower flyby was to maverick,as eleanor to memphis raines,as the black pearl to jack sparrow [captain..captain jack sparrow],why is that drive lacking?? why have all the lily livered nincompoops collected on this planet?no cause,no rhyme,no reason.all we ever need is a party or a vacation.what the fuck is wrong here?run away from work,run away from the run of the mill so much?why compromise?if ya are feelin that adventurous,just pack yer bags,get up...leave.but no,we'll sit on our tight asses,crib..crib till we're pissed of more about summin other than that,hair loss,maybe.are failed relationships all that we can bitch about,is tom cruise's over emphatic reaction at oprah all that's left of what we called television,are dinner dates and compromises all that are left of existing relationships?are memorable parties all that are left of anniversaries?
u know the worst thing that the atom bomb has done.more than killing people,it has killed the innocence of war.our atom bomb is the local hang out joint,the upmarket coffeeshop,the expensive sizzler joint.our great war lies within,where the security council's fuckin smokin up our brains.we criticise bush.we're all harbouring NATO right in our turdball brains.and u know what the fuck up is? john rambo ain't comin to save us with his crossbow and unending ammunition.i suggest we put a stop to this.time to hoist the colours,mate.make a stand.hold the line.draw the line.all good sounding words.implementable? dicey,wouldn't u say?can u break the spell? can u ask yer dumb friends to stop hangin out with ya just because they're plain fucking stupid and because u cannot handle their abject disdain for intellect?would ya still have the balls to hold that grin on yer face even if they're all fucking standing on the opposite side,would ya have the guts to take the impolite nudges and still walk on unhindered? now that for some would be the quintessential wimp.to me he'd be the epitome of control and sensibility.the question remains..is it time yet? if it is then what would a prudent human need as a catalyst to get him going.i believe i've found mine.enough to live for.enough to fight for.enough to risk all for.enough to feel for.enough to die for.drink up me hearties.its time to hoist the colors.
the king and his men
stole the queen from her bed

and bound her in her bones

the seas be oursand by the powers

where we will,we roam

yo ho all together

hoist the colours high

heave ho

thieves and beggars

never shall we die.