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To wish you never gave a damn

Sat, 14 Jan 2012 04:54:00 -0500

So here you are at 4am wishing that that was even remotely possible. Sadly, it isn’t, there’s too much concern for every action you pursue. Every action from eating an apple or killing yourself. There’s just too much to think about before you can even think about not even giving a damn. How can you stop that? The thoughts that follows actions are inevitable due to the fact that life goes on. Life, governed by actions that one chooses to act upon, is full of twist and turns guided by which path you decide to follow. You never know which one to follow, do you? There’s just so many paths to follow that it kills me. I thrive to not give a damn, it doesn’t work. I’m still concerned. I’m concerned for my well-being, my free spirit is far from free. The tempest of aftershocks from a chosen action overwhelms me because it guarantees that life is unpredictable. The only option is to not give a damn so how is that achievable? It sounds so easy, those words being tossed around as if they were even near a solid sense of honesty. “I don’t give a damn.”, purely false advertisement. They do, we all do. We must learn to accept life for what it is even if what we want isn’t what we have. Easy, right?

Do we value the Earth? Do we value all that it produces? Have we lost our connection to creation? Do...

Mon, 09 Jan 2012 22:22:25 -0500

Do we value the Earth? Do we value all that it produces? Have we lost our connection to creation? Do we see it’s beauty, it’s fertility. Do we care for it, for all that comes from it. Do we nurture it, appreciate it? Has it become just another product to consume?

Dirty diamonds.

Sat, 31 Dec 2011 02:55:57 -0500

When you feel disconnected with the world; you feel like your existence never really mattered. That your imprint probably never affected anyone enough to even recognize your existence. It’s a horrid feeling, but it’s so common that the touch of disintegration becomes normal. Slowly accepting the facts that directs you towards the truth; that you never really did matter. That the world would do fine with or without you. It wouldn’t stop, it never would stop. Even if you were here or not, even if you were alive or if you were never even a mere thought in the minds of your parents. It hurts to realize that your whole life was nothing less than insignificant. Take the chance and study your surroundings. All the “normal” people you see, do you really think the world would be any different if they existed or not? Of course not, that person can just as easily be replaced with another clone, the world is abundantly composed of ectypes. It’s a vicious perpetual cycle, so how do we break it? We don’t. Chances are, you will thrive your whole life to become a forgotten memory that may or may not have been fiction. So this is my lesson, be fortunate to be in a country where they consistently allow us to express our thoughts and act individually. Take advantage of what comes, act upon instinct, break free of ordinary boundaries. So when you’re ninety, on you’re death bed, you can die proud and know you were an individual and that you tried, you fought, and you thrived to become significant. That is significance in itself.

A 14 years old boy got beaten half dead by his stepfather. His...

Wed, 14 Dec 2011 01:06:12 -0500

A 14 years old boy got beaten half dead by his stepfather. His only fault was this that he tried to protect his little sister from being raped. Now he’s struggling for his life, but doctors say he won’t make it without a surgery. His mother doesn’t have money to pay it.tumblr donates 45cents for every sharing or reposting.

Please Verify, Don’t Ignore thinking It To be FAKE
(Mother’s Number Not Disclosed For Security Reasons)
Doctor’s Contact Number: +91 20 6721 3400
Hospital Name: Sahyadri Hospital

"Don’t dwell on past failures, but focus on future opportunities."

Mon, 28 Nov 2011 04:39:51 -0500

“Don’t dwell on past failures, but focus on future opportunities.”

It’s killing me, I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m sure society has reached...

Tue, 22 Nov 2011 23:18:52 -0500

It’s killing me, I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m sure society has reached a consensus that every teenager is lost around this age, but I can’t live with that sense of confusion and misdirection. I catch my myself constantly thinking about where I should go or what I should do. There’s never a moment where I can just relax without being fearful of the future. But what’s there to fear? Many things, the future beholds so many unforeseen outcomes that you may or may not like. Certainty was never a given.

I planned to be prodigious, planned to be great. But even with this ambition and no focus point, how great would I be? Therefore this greatness is still intangible. Still a simple though waiting to be achieved, but for what means. The sad fact is that there’s still no mean, why would there be. I haven’t decided on any path or anything and that’s the thing that bothers me. I’m the type of person who wants to grasp control. I could never just let the tide flow how it wants to yet I try. These efforts only leave me exhausted and groggy with no positive outcomes in reach. In reach? Who am I kidding, I have no fucking idea what I’m doing. I want to do something, I want to feel useful I want to feel happy, I want to find my niche. Enough of the wants, this is my reminder to myself to get out there and pursue action.

"2012; We are not afraid."

Thu, 17 Nov 2011 03:27:51 -0500

“2012; We are not afraid.”

fuckyeahtattoos: mattsbrickgallery: Please stop what you are...

Wed, 16 Nov 2011 22:51:43 -0500

fuckyeahtattoos:

mattsbrickgallery:

Please stop what you are doing and take 3 seconds and do this. The internet needs to stay open.

Corporations have way too much power and influence already, why give them more?

"The overbearing pressure of not being successful is haunting."

Tue, 15 Nov 2011 03:10:21 -0500

“The overbearing pressure of not being successful is haunting.”

juskivel: Whenever the day’s are rough I listen to this song to...

Sat, 12 Nov 2011 05:19:40 -0500

juskivel:

Whenever the day’s are rough I listen to this song to make everything feel better; funky melody and sensations.

The constraints of money kills me. It kills you doesn’t it? The fact that a thin layer of an...

Sat, 12 Nov 2011 05:11:46 -0500

The constraints of money kills me. It kills you doesn’t it? The fact that a thin layer of an old forgotten tree can dictate the way you live your life. It’s unfair, we work hard, but no matter how much our hands throb from exhaustion or how much work may wear us out; we’re at no point to have a strong grip on the money out there. There has to be change, and change is never easy. There has to be a way, I’ve decided to break the common route of going through an almost hellish waste of time called college and for what?! After that you’ll make an average 80k a year? Are you satisfied? Satisfaction coming from a merely eighty grand? That’s absolutely pitiful, times are different, we can evolve. Slaving over a 9-5 job isn’t necessary, it’s only that because we are interconnected with that concept therefore we feel as if we’re binded to travel such a path. Start your own, do what you want. Trust me, you’ll be relieved you did.

Dear Holly, I am so exhausted, I find myself constantly being tired. I’ll lay in bed all...

Fri, 11 Nov 2011 18:25:35 -0500

Dear Holly,

I am so exhausted, I find myself constantly being tired. I’ll lay in bed all morning with having the grief knowledge that I soon may have to crawl out of bed. This is surely only due to the pretense that nothing can accomplished by just squirming around in my bed from the anxiety I reside in. I feel weak and nimble, the days seem to just fly by. Although that may be so, I’m still trying to be productive. It’s most definitely something that I need to be in the process of doing so due to the fact that I’m not in school anymore. Gasp, yeah I dropped out. There was nothing there for me and the dread I faced at exams I knew I would fail due to the lack of interest was just a feeling I couldn’t bare any longer. I eventually knew this event would come to happen just because of the surroundings I was in. City college really wasn’t a place for me, the anti-social atmosphere that I tried so hard to break was just too much. Well, not too much, but I was never a driven person you see? So for me that extra push daily to make friends just didn’t appeal in any sort at all. I was tired of it, sick of all the needed perseverance to simply make temporary friends. I know everything is temporary, but when I say temporary; the time limited within the reference I’m using is usually two to three encounters until they’re back roaming around in the abundant space we have here at San Francisco’s Amazing City College. Let’s not be a pessimist for once, this has taught me that friends like you are rare breeds. I’m ecstatic that you’re still around, swimming around the outer orbital.

It’s Friday, November 11th, at a local cafe across the street from home. It’s gloomy, windy, and a slight raining weather; the atmosphere is quiet. I’m trying to learn how to use Photoshop efficiently, efficiently as in the standards of a respectable graphic designer. After I dropped out of school, I was a little bit lost. I still am in fact, really lost to be honest. I have lost sight of every goal and I’m left to wander by experimentation. Perhaps, I’m only over thinking the inevitable. I’ve heard people my age shouldn’t over think things and just try to enjoy the little things. I just can’t and even though I’m blind sighted, I feel that no matter the circumstances I should make a substantial amount of money. Almost as if it was ingrained into my innate nature. The idea to provide for my family is the only appealing factor that I have that can possibly drive me towards any type of goal. Therefore I’m starting a clothing brand, it’s always been something I wanted to do. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a fashionista or a character of any sort, but I’ve always had a lot of absurd (hopefully) appealing images within this imaginative mind. Sometimes people actually enjoy the images in my mind translated by speech so why not translate some images by apparel? The problem with this is when producing professional apparel there is still many variables to consider. Cost, production number, design style, shirt fit, types of apparel, obtaining silk screen printers, work space, and you know there’s so many more that I don’t have to name. You’re very wise so I know you don’t need the miniscule details, but everything single detail big or small is laid upon me. It’s a lot to handle especially when I have no prior experience and while still caculating if I have enough to pay this months rent at the same time. I’m at the point where I don’t even have enough to pay for buses anymore even though they’re a measely seventy-five cents. I have a feeling this may pay off, it’s an investment I’m willing to make. The designs I’ve hand drawn are still in its fetal stages, but the concept behind it is nothing less than brilliant. Photoshop is the next step, but I’m currently still trying to get the bugs out from Photopshop. I’m very meticulous about the designs from my mind so I want to be the one to do the translating so I can have the exact or almost perfect image I have in my mind. It’s almost impossible for someone to derive an image that wasn’t initially thought of themself. Therefore it’s within the best interest of my brand that I be the person to direct every action.

God damn, that’s what spews from my mouth multiple times a day. Anyways enough, enough, I’m getting by. It’s my mother’s birthday this Saturday, I’m excited about that. There is also a slight resentment because that also means I want to spoil her as much as possible. I know she’ll be okay with anything I get her, but I really want to get her something special that I know she’ll love and use daily. The object that would fit these specific needs would only amount to a purse. Yes, a purse. She’s not too materialistic, but she always obsesses over purses. She’ll try to buy fake ones, but I don’t want a lady like my mother to have anything, but the highest quality of purses. She deserves that, at least. I must find a way to scrape together whatever amount of cash I have in order to get her a fancy purse. That is my objective for this weekend, must be done no matter what. It’ll happen, I know it will. I know myself and I know I won’t let myself fail in getting my mother a stupid purse. Fuck purses.

Enough about clothing and purses, how are you doing? I hope you’re doing abnormally well. Hopefully you’re beginning to set foot on the path of wealth. Wealth seems to be enjoyable while maintaining a standard of stresslessness. If that was even a word. Also, what’s the progress of the green company. You guys were selling solar panels correct? I’m really intrigued by the whole process, I use to do an abundant amount of research and work on solar panels because of my green energy class during high school. And by chance is there any help you guys need with that company? I rather work on green energy than clothing any day. This clothing thing is certainly only temporary, I don’t even care for clothing too much. I just need funding for the right project. I’ll let you know when the right project comes around. All and all, let me know how everything goes, how life’s treating you, your worries, your reliefs, your sadness/happiness, little irritations, sense of joys, and whatever you have in mind. Reacquaint me with Holly Lowe.

Sincerely,

Davis P. Nguyen

P.s I typed this at the cafe because I was being serious when I said that I don’t have paper or a pen. I’ll have to go home and write this all back down on some old high school homework assignments that were never turned in. It’ll be to you soon, rest assured!

Her

Tue, 01 Nov 2011 00:36:04 -0400

They always wondered why she never spoke a word, but they could never imagine the sentences that were spoken within her mind. Although she rarely spoke, her face interpreted everything that her mind had to say. You would just know, it was something about her eyes. It must have been. The faint

No cadence.

Tue, 01 Nov 2011 00:29:00 -0400

People always identified him as an outsider, but I knew about the miniscule attributes that hinted the mass amount of potential that he possessed. He was quiet, small, soft and also talkative, however strange that may sound. His name was Winston Wolf.

I always knew Winston was something rare, a blessing to come to this god forsaken town. It was as if God had realized that the significance of this town would be unrealized if there wasn’t a vessel to enlighten an upcoming flame. A flame that no one would have expected to be ignited. Yet, this flame was not ignited until the birth of friendship began.

In this town citizens were mannered with nothing, but greed and self-centered ideals. Citizens would rarely greet each other or even come close to contact. They believed that the possibility of contact may be an obstacle in their undying quest for wealth. “Money is the source of all evil”, this town was the catalyst of that exact phrase. That attitude did ensue with an affluent population. People here did already achieve what they desired, but it was never enough. The thirst of luxury had blinded the cursed citizens of this town.

I was clueless about the antics of this town. My family just moved from Minnesota, where the general population was the opposite. They were helpful, caring, considerate, and euphoric. Perhaps that’s why I’ve always gravitated towards Winston. He reminded me of how much I missed home. No cadence, cut, cut, cut.

Hunger

Thu, 15 Sep 2011 00:42:00 -0400

Your stomach begins to yearn for the sweet taste of food

It craves and shivers at every sense that hints a tasty morsel near by

You feel as if your eyes betray you every time you see signs and omens pointing towards the direction of a warm meal in this cold city

You feel your body is withering away; that your very existent is slowly fading

Your body knows itself well, movement has been reduced and sleeping is its priority

Realization hits intensely as you know that your body’s fuel is no longer existent

All that drives you is the will that whispers that there is hope and tomorrow is going to get better

But it is tomorrow, yet tomorrow has not altered from yesterday’s desperation

The stomach’s voice speaks in a fluent language where it’s repetitively begging to be cared for

There’s hunger at every corner, every couple of blocks you walk

Temptation at every angle, prodding me to become a thief

My stomach would be relieved, but my mind would never feel relief.

I've never wanted it this badly.

Wed, 19 Jan 2011 01:00:00 -0500

This is a reminder to myself. While you’re still there, full of ambition, don’t forget to keep going for it. Don’t stop until you suceed. Got to get that 4.0, get some proof. proof

Triumvir, Victory or Death? lol

Mon, 29 Nov 2010 01:23:52 -0500

Where Are They Now..?

A rumor is going around that Triumvir is done… there’s some truth in this but first, I would like you to close your eyes for one full minute and imagine that Triumvir is not a clothing brand but instead we’re a viking-metal band from Norway (ok maybe not viking-metal, but definitely not a boy band). You know how band members go their separate ways and start their own projects, take a long hiatus, become a bum, change their professions, or get married… you get the picture right…? Will lets just say the members of Triumvir are going through this phase right now. However, we are all currently working together to finish up some things before we make a final decision on Triumvir’s fate. It may be a long hiatus or it maybe one of those things where we all get together in the future to create something under this name when we feel like it…

If you would like to keep up with what some of us are doing on our own here’s an individual directory of where to find us

It’s not funny, It’s a slap in the face. The wars not over but the infantries already left, what?

weak nerves man, weak nerves

Sun, 07 Nov 2010 03:02:00 -0500

I’ve never been so nervous, it’s rackin upon my mind. I tried to get over it you know, but these god damn weak nerves. People think I lie but that’s absolutely false. I say what I feel at the moment and is that considered lying? absolutely fucking false, people misunderstand things but I don’t know why I even allow other people’s thoughts to get to me. I’m not even referring to people, i’m referring to you. To be honest, i’m completely terrified. Even if I catch a glimpse, my legs are shaking in fear. I don’t know why, but it happens every god damn time. God, what the fuck. I don’t know but it’s so hard to let go. I don’t want to, that’s the thing. We had a good thing going, one of the best I’d say. I felt at home with you. It was something I truly miss, if only I can change what I did. Why did it have to be like that, fuck. I’m a fucking moron,

"I swear to god, if only you knew."

Sun, 07 Nov 2010 02:48:34 -0500

“I swear to god, if only you knew.”