Category Archives: Playground

Generation Why

Who has ever succeeded without failing? I blame the schools. They’ve got everyone hung up on the notion that success will just ‘happen’on its own. Your livelihood will just come out of the blue and youwill be ‘okay.’As long as you try,everything will work out. You don’t need to be the best, you just need to give it your best; and that is what success is. Here’s a medal for participation. You earned it. It’s the same color as first and second place. All medals look the same. Color doesn’t matter. All medals are the same. As long as you are happy, you will be successful. Don’t worry about being happy. Just do what makes you happy. If you’re not happy then you’re not doing the right thing. Do something else. What makes you happy? You don’t need money to be happy. You don’t need money to be successful. You need to be passionate about what you do. You need to develop a passion for something. That is what you want to do. That is what you will do. That will make you happy. If it doesn’t; you’re not trying hard enough—but here’s a medal anyways. You tried to try. That’s worth something. You don’t need to be the best. You don’t need money. You don’t need money to be happy. Money makes you unhappy. Money is unhappiness. Money is unethical. Money is evil. You need to dress, act, eat like you want nothing to do with money. Money will corrupt you. You want to rise up and revolt against money. You are passionate about revolting against money. Chastise everyone who has money. To you, Revolution means more than ‘going in circles.’ You are good at revolting. You are good at Revolution. Oil isn’t green. Gays are at war. Babies are uneducated. Art is tasteless. The light in the fridge is still off. You are passionate. You are revolting. You are poor. You are happy. You are successful. You got what you wanted. Everything worked out… right? Here’s a medal. At least you tried. But you don’t want the medal. You don’t need a medal to be happy. You slap it away. Success! “…Nice try. Just take the damn medal.”

You earned it.

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camerahaha

That’s the interesting thing about expensive video cameras; we never get to see the poor people having fun.

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I didn’t want to leave that bus.

I didn’t want to make a fuss.

A creepy spider shows his wit;

Just use your shoe, don’t throw a fit.

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in-a-cents

I like writing in short, simple sentences. People always seem to be amazed by how simple kids speak; like how they are so innocent and see the world in a way we’ve forgotten. I’m pretty sure I can understand the wisdom of a child. I pretty much am a kid. I can talk like a kid; I can write like a kid. I’m writing like a kid right now—why aren’t you listening to me when I talk like a kid!

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The Dangers of Skydiving

Let’s say I hate waking up early, so I don’t, but after a few times of being forced to wake up early, it comes naturally to me. That was a bad example. Let’s say I move to Alaska and quickly adapt to the colder weather, or I move to Arizona and get used to the scorching heat relatively quickly. My body/mind has done something to make me ‘used to’ these new elements. I have adjusted to a new norm. Let’s say I start drinking coffee. It works the first time, almost too well where I’m bouncing off the walls. The second time I’m alert and focused, and the third time I need a second cup. Let’s say I start using energy drink(s) then. Let’s say my life is routine and I’m looking for excitement (let’s just say). I go skydiving. It is the most exciting thing I’ve ever done. I get a huge adrenaline spike. On the drive home I’m barely awake going 80 down the interstate. I drink coffee, energy drinks, sleep like a baby, move to Arizona. Nothing is exciting. I flirt with underage girls, invite them over, jerk off in front of a security camera. I sleep for 12 hours a day, start wearing a gun, think about jumping from high places again. I am free. I am excitement. I am danger. I don’t need a harness. I fall.

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butterfly dreams

Looking up I could barely spot a group of about 6 little white butterflies dancing above a 100 foot evergreen tree. They swirled around in relatively the same spot until taking off in the direction of mount ranier. When they flutter their wings, it looks like the sky is shimmering with glitter, like mother nature’s confetti or something. When the butter flies get too distant and I can no longer parse the shimmer from the clear blue back drop, I started to see little white spots in the sky. After starting at the uniform blue sky and seeing the sparkle of a tiny white wing after a few second of nothing, my mind started to insert white spots into the blue sky without my permission. My eyes darted across the sky, seeing butterflies that weren’t there, and some that were—maybe—I didn’t know. All I knew is that it was a cool trick. The breeze picked up slightly and a tall tree next to the one where the butterflies were dancing released a whole new batch of butterflies into the sky. They shimmered with equal brilliance of the first few, but were hundreds in numbers, all drifting in the same relative direction. I thought about how much the wind affects the flight of a butterfly, but then as some of them started to fall I realized that they were just leaves that had blown off the tree, dreaming of being a butterfly, and living the dream until they either fluttered out of sight, or hit the ground. I couldn’t help up think of skydiving.

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