The difference.
Anyone can dress like someone. Anyone can dress like anything they want. Anyone can buy a piece of certain clothing. Fashion is easily attainable. In fact, anyone can dress trendy, fashionably and stylishly just as long as they know how to use money. Like everyone, they can dress how you dress, talk how you talk, and work like you work. Others dress better, others work harder and others care more. But what separates the posers and the term ‘hipsters’ from an individual, is art. What defines me and separates me from such a fad, is through art.
It is in creativity which truly can depict someone. Creativity is FREE, expressive and un-ruled. Not everyone has the will to do it, the courage to do it and the mind set to do it. Not everyone can separate himself or herself from the herd or think differently for once. This is why art (music/writing/art) to me is vital. No one can tell you how to do it. There are no criteria. There are no limits to it. It is completely free. No one can instruct you through a methodology to create it. It’s your own language and only the few will understand. One cannot simply purchase creativity and no one can steal your creativity away from you. NO ONE will ever create the same thing as you simultaneously. Fashion is a fad, easily copied and you buy it where everyone else buys it. So fuck your priority in dressing up for the world. Creative thinking separates and defines who you are, not a cloth. bitch.
to all the puppets, the posers, the material items disguised as ‘musicians’.
you can smell the money lust & false motives off way too many bands these days & that’s why their records mean nothing sound like shit & leave you cold. empty sugar high sucking on satan’s greasy scaled pecker. they go to bed dreaming about models, nosejobs with the sound of imaginary applause in their ears they don’t make music for its own reward.they don’t really understand what that means. their whole prism is infected they feel the pressure to $ell & be adored & you can hear the neediness, the readiness to please in every note. Go fuck yrself - Yannis.
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One moment you can feel so significant that any pessimistic thought contained in the brain was sided by simple confidence and prospect. But in another impulsive moment, you can feel so minor amongst the crowd that continuing to stay here seems despairing.
The trouble trying to convince an over analytical, over emotional, introverted, contained and depressed as fuck individual who covers it all up that there is more to this pathetic life, is that no one sees that there is anything to convince.
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The world lacks that hint of a spontaneous matter. We live in a world where everything we do, everything we say, everything we experience has to be publicised to the public. We live off social networking and we are slaves to it. It’s like everyone placed on this dirt requires to be recognised and acknowledged for every little aspect they feel is a significant part of their life. It’s gotten to the point where, our experiences are only worth while once we have bragged/posted about it and someone acknowledges it. No longer do we get off alongside with a sense of humbleness. We can no longer value that sense of self enlightenment. It’s pathetic, for us to enjoy and appreciate something we have to let the world know due to the feeling of superiority over the ones who are lacking the high. It’s pathetic how we feed to the public an image we want them to perceive and in the end, the perceived is simply deceiving. We are all insecure specimens with high built walls and picture frames nailed to it for the public to see with artworks of something we’re not.
Everything we own is gone
Open doors we relied on are bolted
Behind the undisguised window
Lays a transparent relic of you
Staring out holding the corner of the curtain
To tie it up, or let it fall
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Yearn for that feeling that once was familiar. That feeling of being more than just a living specimen trapped in an inevitable deadly world.
Life. Can’t escape it until you’re dead. The struggles and stress will repeat itself as we grow further into our deaths. Every next step, problems will just arise in new forms. We’re always working hard for that next step. But when it comes to that, then what? We find ourselves in a paradox staircase climbing up to only meet up with our bottom. It’s never going to cease if we’re still alive. Never will true happiness be consistent. It could never be achieved as for the process of obtaining happiness, pain and anguish must be presented. Is someone a fool for choosing to continue living their life knowing that there will be always obstacles to overcome and that forever happiness is unreachable? Or are we ignorant to still hope it can be attained? Or have the people who continue living, just haven’t opened their eyes or are in denial to knowing there’s never an end to pain. Human race has evolved but have not progressed. We still can’t find a solution to the top. We only run and crawl higher to view shit in another perspective, then finding ourselves wanting to go higher again just to view another shit.
