The bittersweetness A.K.A. Rebelling against the invisible

Intro
*Keyboards mimicking church organs*
*gasp*
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa *couch cough* aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh
*Slow down part followed followed by 4 hand-silenced Cymbal crashes*
*Breakdown hardcore polyrhythmic, Nothing-era Meshuggah styled drumming with chugging guitars*
*The church organ keyboard parts seem out of place at this point so the keyboardist stagedives*
*Sudden 4 second Silence*

Areeeee you reaaaaaaaaady?
(This is the most fucked up song i could envision...it wouldn't be impossible to play though)


You see i hate one thing...people assume. People misconceive.
People...do you know what assumption does to you?
(I'm venturing into Burgeoisie territory with this)
It makes an ass out of u and me. (Get it? Get it?)
Yes, i know that was cheap..."A pack of bubblegum" cheap.

What am i referring to. Well mostly...
when people see faith in others...
just faith by itself...
they assume it has something to do with
A)Catholicism
B)Christianity
C)Other religions
D)Power metal
E)Christian power metal

Personally, i do not like to discuss the causes of my own faith and intensity and all that.
I do not like to speak of religion because it is offensive to some folks...and not everybody
is an asshole for being a "Jesusfreak". Personally i think Atheists are taking this atheism thing religiously... instead of sounding like just plain old disagreement with any sort of spiritual connections, it sounds like plain old misanthropy. And trust me, it has SHIT to do with the music you listen to, it doesn't have anything to do with people you call your friends, it doesn't have anything to do with your own gnostic view of the world....not everybody agrees with YOU (deal with it).

What i don't like is seeing people that set up a configuration that adapts their disbelief with their personal hatred or misanthropy. These are the kind of people that are really smart, and even nice underneath the armored spike vest. However...they are viciously hateful of stuff...

Dude...this is like...even the musicians that play the sort of shit that describes your point of view, even those guys, those "heroes" of yours...even THEY have contradicted themselves because of certain exceptions that they encounter...that completely fucking blows away a closed up point of view they had associated with their own spiteful, hateful, miserable, deppressive wisdom...

It makes great music. But it's like heroin, sure, the first few times it gives you a lot to write and sing about, til it fucking KILLS you to death!

Note: Being killed to death is not pleasant. And you should not try it at home, work or any other location.

Spawn, which is one of the stupidest storylines in comic book history, mainly it's impact was due to it's satanic nature of design...his power would eat up his soul each and everytime he used it, eventually it would consume him and he would end up being a pubic hair in Beelzebub's Mosquito crotch.

Anyway, back to the damned icons contradicting themselves...this isn't about like, them saying..."I was wrong, it was really gaytarded on my part to say Jesus sucks Hitler's cock in a gay night club in hell's version of the Himalayas.". Cuz' no, sometimes saying things like that gets them HEARD by people who eventually read past the SHOCK value messages and bump into their other "important" messages (Which is like Brian Posehn said, mostly ripped off Ayn Rand or that Nietzche guy), unless you're Maynard James Keenan (Who is Aries, and rules).

This is because the universe is full of combinations of things...that eventually crawl up inside your cranium and they don't necesarily decode that which is already hard-wired into your system...they simply affect the bits and pieces that are making your words and thoughts and images come out like the breath of a freshly rotten Orc.

Hate is immature...anger however...as i stated before...is fucking GREAT. It's a constructive emotion.

There's a factor i've noticed within some of my heroes... which is something i share in relation to them, when you are a "damned" icon it tends to weigh on your shoulders, you see, you're representing a grand scale of reality which is ugly, to say the least...except that it is easy to lose yourself in what you are preaching. You may just become a monster, even to yourself, a monster that eats up all that's right in the world so you can keep your little enemy placebos awake...which eventually eat you up by the insides...and fuck your life up. I've seen this in many, many, many, many people, i, myself am a victim of preaching a horrible negativity...which has freed me somewhat of the darkness in my soul...but it comes back after a while...because what you are sending is a reflection of the insides of that chamber of torture known as your soul.

In simpler words you can spend a lifetime preaching about how much the world sucks...but you can't become one of the reasons why it does. You have to be a nice guy, underneath the "World's Favorite Anti-Hero-Asshole" that they have to play onstage.

Once you admit to yourself...you HAVE to change...and you have to let go of your own views a little and even fucking adapt them to something a little more feasible. That's whan you can actually talk wisely, about whatever bugs you. You better be doing it to help, not to fuck up and do damage, because you feel like doing damage...that's maggot shit, and the thing is...it's a lot like the darkside of the force and all that shit...we may dig evil and it's little nuisiances, cuz evil is cool...

But true evil has a lot to do with the emotional...and the traumas....and the sticky black material that makes us see everything in shades of black. Black is beautiful...but only to those that see the light within it, you can see the black in the light...because the light tends to be "hypocritical"...

This means to become Darth Maul. you can say..."lol...that Yoda guy sucks Count Doku cock...and that's why the dark side pwns jedi n00Bs, i think i saw Yoda doing cocaine yesterday..he's such a fucking hypocrite...he told me i was an asshole for drinking Starcruiser fluid, but yet HE'S the main green backwards talking midget master of the GOOD side of the force, you see? this JUSTIFIES that i MUST be an asshole...forever and ever, even if i have to kill little children with my face spikes..."

Yet, some light is pure...because it has learned to cope with it's own fetid side, turning it into something really sweet, in it's own bitter taste.... I love women whom i can call "Bittersweetie" ...because they're truly something unique in this golfball.

I don't claim to be one of a kind...or to have found some sort of thing only i know...i have met people that think like me...more often than not, these folks are depressed as hell...why?
because they're stuck, trust me, it's EASY to get stuck once you digest all the stuff.

Do you know why i love simple, brainless shit? It's because it dettaches me a little from what i've had to deal with over a lifetime of struggling, (although there are people in this world who have gone through WORSE), so maybe my plate of beans isn't as dark, dank or murky...but that's something i actually appreciate...since to get smart and to get wise...you don't have to despise things, you don't have a hippie about it either...since aggression is inevitable...

Ah...but smart aggression. Aggression with an actual purpose?
that's a pink elephant! that's a nazi jew.
You know what? it's not. It's the way things should be.
Yet they aren't because sometimes we look so much to the outside...(looking for targets...and even some targets that are enjoyable to fight with...*ahem*) not to notice the inside factors that make irreparably blind with the H word.

Do you know what strength REALLY is?
It's being able to look at all your own little faults...
laughing at them...first of all. And then DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT.
You don't have to follow a system, no matter how liberating it may be to you (or at least seem like it) but that's just internal xenophobia, and you can treat it. You can beat it into submission.
I'm not preaching at you, i'm just givin' you a point of view, like slipping a tab of ecstasy down your throat and kicking up surround sound dj's around....

Have you ever found somebody you love to hate? it happens...usually this is a double edged knife...and sometimes it's something you'd never seen or tasted before...
it's something you can't possibly hate, but you end up arguing with it, incontrollably, addictively, insanely.... you keep hanging on to vines even when you've reached the side of the jungle which are buildings, and concrete...you manage somehow to find invisible vines...

This is fucking insane....it's fun....but you must never let it degenerate into deviancy, depravity...
What i mean by these words are intangible concepts...which are identified by my soul's radar, (usually it slips by regular people)l...emotional deviancy is something that's a part of the concept of evil i was refering to...like turning something really awesome into monkey shit. That's baaaad.

One more thing...you can be as funny or as overblown as you like...and still sound smart...

It's very similar to saying...Jesus is a nazi! and then saying something really deep about how democracy is just fascism with girl-deodorant on. It's just something that gives it a little bit of style.

I'm gonna get drunk now...it's friday night...what am i doing in front of this computer? FUCK

*Outro full of double pedaling, drum and tom fills, and of course, the guitars being held face first into the amps as to create as much feedback as humanly posible*

*silence*

*ONE LAST CYMBAL AND GUITAR BLAST BAAAAAAAOOOOOOWWW*

Thank you very fucking much, we love you motherfuckers!!!!

Deesclosure:

The points of views herein expressed by the Often sociopathic Morales are mere lapses of endorphinized overflows into his body. Much like his singing ability, writing ability and others. Are heavily influenced by a lot of soul searching mixed with heavy production of endorphins. They should not be taken as serious medical advice, Morales Inc. does not accept legal responsability for people attempting to follow the advice of a freak whom mostly reads and writes a lot and mixes it all with heavy cursing, rock & metal & electronic music, happy-bitter philosophies and/or the scent of Feld tip markers (black). Being killed to death is however compensated by courts of law outside these 8 bit dimensions, usually by means of a free toy and Chicken nuggets.