Aaron Simpson

Chav Fucks.

When you look at people today, who complain about being controlled or having the pains of obeying rules laid down by a “ruthless dictator” and whomever that manifests in whether that be a teacher or a parent or a boss, that’s not important. In reality it is these people that hold our society together, and rules are what keep us civilised; originating in the tribal rules to the Decalogue to school rules. If we had no rules we would run amok, and needless to mention there are certain groups of people that would come to mind when I say that this abandonment of rules allows kids to go out drinking when they want, come in when they want, do whatever they want at their own leisurely time. Therefore it’s those rules that keep us together, our parents telling us to come home at the right time, or schools telling us not to smoke on grounds or our bosses telling us not to walk around barefooted. Whatever the level of the rule or the intensity of the method of it’s “exaction” the point is that they are there for us, our benefit, even if we feel that we are incapable of obeying them, which is often the case with the Ten Commandments, and how “unjust” they are, when in actuality we just cannot live by them.

So, whichever demographic that rose to mind when considering the terms of freedom think of them again now. That is the ultimate freedom, the perfect example of a rejection of rules and the summation of living life without constraint. It is not a pretty picture, and one I wish to have no part in painting. the day that rules are rejected from society is the day I will no longer be a part of it and will remove myself from it by any method.

 I care about the holistic consciousness of society, I do not fear one man for he can only do so many things. I do fear, however, the elective suicide of the populous, which would be by effect a de facto set of rules establishing an ironic freedom, eo ipso. Ironic because the atavism which would be induced through throwing ourselves back into pre-history, would only kill our civilised side, and denying us life’s greatest pleasures and most importantly the feeling of safety and security.

To conclude, whether or not you like the rules, they are most-commonly and within reason, there for our own protection (Disregarding fascistic Junta, naturally). So, you must lean accept the rules that you are told by those in power, and accept the assertion that revolutions are a false sense of heroism which can only be negative.

Obey the rules.

Fucking smells like pretense in here

These Are Beautiful Tales Waiting To Happen

This life is a beautiful thing, you will see great mystery, horror and wonderment, sometimes in the same breath. You will do unspeakable things, and you will save the world, and have to power to create another. The world will open up like a red carpet before your feet and you will tread upon the sand of ages and breathe the air of famous people, and disgusting villains. This world in which we live, has everything that we could desire at any point or time, you have everything at your disposal so it’s about time you reached out and you grabbed that which you deem as beautiful or important. Time’s wasting. And you will never have enough time to do all that you wish too and if you complete everything before Death’s taken you, then I pity you because our resources and opportunities are never ending, to die with lot’s of things left to do cannot be a bad thing, as then you will know that you have lived a life full to the brim.

Most of the time all you need is someone to talk to, good company, trustworthy friends and a warm place to rest. These are life’s most simple gifts to us, when we’re too busy to be climbing our everyday Everest’s. Hug people, laugh, communicate, never lose touch, carpe diem, learn a language, read a book, fall in love, fall out of hate and most of all smile (: All the time, be merry to those around you and be confident and all will fall as if it were a deck of cards before your feet. The world is yours to command if you wish it. The choice is yours, and that my friend, is ultimate freedom.

Burn All That’s Close To You

The pursuit of freedom, something every human embarks on at least once in their lives. Though that is only because this pursuit can take a lifetime; a lifelong struggle to release the soul and find something that makes you feel worthwhile.

I think an expression of freedom for me is being placed into a situation that you have no control over, of course the details of such are highly subject to personal preference. One could love to be in the presence of a riot or a social rebellion or outcry, when all is for one and yet one is for their selves. People crying out to work together, yet secretly they throw themselves into the midst of chaos just to feel free. Though for me, the idea of being free is nature. A higher power, one that is proven and well beyond any human’s control or belief system. Nature is something no man can touch, and he may well try to taint, though success will always be denied through forces of earth, wind and fire.

I love to surround myself in nature, and watch it envelope me and leave me with no option but to surrender to it. Like horses running on open plains, high mountains, low valleys, lakes, rivers and seas, beautiful cloud formation and overwhelming heights. The company of one thing you love, together in the midst of chaos where there is nothing to be felt but the rawest of human emotion; love, amazement, numinous, loss of what you thought mattered, loneliness, insignificance, a beautiful awakening. Your sense undeniably dragged away from the lies and the facades of society and the ‘keeping up with the Jones’’, the wondering which item of clothing is better than another. It is the acceptance of knowing that you’re not the most important thing in the world. As long as we realise there are things above our head, then we can always be grounded in sanity.

Society is detrimental, harmful to our being and causes more rifts in humanity than we need. We are taking happiness from ourselves without realising it. Burn your money, burn your clothes, burn everything that you thought mattered to you and then you’ll be free. And only then can you hope to touch something higher, then and only then can you hope to be free of pain. Problems arise when you attempt to take control and seize something that was not yours to take. The skies are not yours, the oceans are not yours, and mountains are not yours, and people. People are not yours.

Fashion, is a terribly useless form of self-degradation and creating an ‘us and them’. When in reality we shouldn’t really care about who wears what, you wear what you want to wear and that should be enough. Uniforms, dresses, skirts, t-shirts and accessories shouldn’t be how you judge someone’s character. The beauty is behind the mask and we are all beautiful.  

There is nothing that can stand in our way, we are all spiritual creatures locked in “metal coffins”, little concrete boxes to keep our souls in. We plaster and mar the face of our planet with ungracious disgusting houses of sin and disgusting museums of human filth.

Remove all pointless friends; acquaintances mean nothing to you except to fill the spaces that your friends should be filling. The man that buys you drugs is not your friend; the girl that sleeps with you one night and is a memory the next is not your friend, the little boy that said hello to you is not your friend. Your true friend is the one that will drop everything to talk to you when you need your help, your true friend is the one that will go with you through Hell and Highwater, your true friend is the one that helps you over anything, and lifts you out with a strong hand and a lantern when you’re in your dark place. They stop the time when you’re in the darkest hour.

There is no material possesion that can bring us happiness. There is no joy to be found in possession, there can only be joy in being free, being without possession, rid yourself of material plague and then you can be free. There is joy in the hills and the trees, in the views of Earth, not in owning the land.

We belong amongst the hills and the trees. We belong worriless and careless. Wash your faces of your filthy society war paint and remove your uniforms of a singular identity, to a time where being original wasn’t a lifestyle choice. Burn all that’s close to you.

 We know true beauty, only when it brings us to tears, or it takes away every breath so that there’s no room left to say a word other than “Woah”. That is what beauty is…Looking at something that you can hardly believe to be true.