The Fast Life

Your feet hit the ground
You are running again
Running from yourself
Its easy when you don’t know who you are

Your destination unknown
Every place is just the same anyway
All the people believe the same lies
No one will miss you when you leave this space
And your footprints will soon fade

Run faster now
Life seems to be flying by
Keep up now
Or each year is just one step
One step closer to death

Go ahead and lose your faith
You never had it anyway
And when you stop searching for a sense of belonging
Stop feeling like a stray cat
You will find yourself
And then
Only then
Should you stop running

Kiss With A Fist

you hit me once
i hit you back
you gave a kick
i gave a slap
you smashed a plate
over my head
then i set fire to our bed

My black eye casts no shadow
your red eye sees no pain
your slaps don't stick
your kicks don't hit
so we remain the same
blood sticks and
sweat drips
break the lock if it don't fit
a kick in the teeth is good for some
a kiss with a fist is better than none
a-woah a kiss with a fist is better than none

broke your jaw once before spilt your blood upon the floor
you broke my leg in return
sit back and watch the bed burn
well love sticks sweat drips
break the lock if it don't fit
a kick in the teeth is good for some
a kiss with a fist is better than none
a-woah a kiss woth a fist is better than none

My Dog Days Are Over

Every now and then a song comes along that feels straight out of my mind and it perfectly expresses the changes in my life. Florence and the Machine has done this. Maybe its because I have recently started a new path in my life and feel like I am running. Running from your family and friends and running from love. After all if you cant take it with you if want to survive.

Lyrics to Dog Days Are Over :
Happiness hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with her drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your loving, your loving behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
'Cause here they come

And i never wanted anything from you
Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the head
Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
'Cause here they come

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your loving, your loving behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
'Cause here they come

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run

Before you put your hands up and cheer...

Last night I went to a Hip Hop concert at the Urban Lounge in Salt Lake City. My awkwardness aside for wearing cowboy boots I was not fumillar with the music by Dead Prez. I have only heard their name but had no clue what there music was like.

I went with an open mind. After all, I can dance to anything with a beat. Being in Utah it came as no surprise that majority of the crowd was caucation. But that shouldn't matter. And it didnt... at first. You see, it has nothing to do with race, but everything to do will paying attention to what people say before you follow them. Dead Prez took the stage. The crowd went wild. After about 3 songs I began to notice a theme. EVERY song made a reference to white people. White people having power, controling the world, and keeping black peole down. Meanwhile all the white people in the crowd are cheering. Putting there fists up when Dead Prez make a reference to Black Panthers. What the fuck?!?! I am sorry white people, but YOU CANT JOIN THE BLACK PANTHERS! I was shocked. Was I the only one hearing the lyrics.


To Prove I am not making this up... here are some sample lines from their lyrics:

Hiding in the corridor until we see the dominos car headlights/White boy in the wrong place at the right time

Who shot biggy smalls if we dont get them they gonna get us all
Im down for runnin on them crackers in they city hall

Everywhere the white man go he bring misery
All throughout history, look it up
Everything them bald heads touch they fuck it up
Every government he set up, it be corrupt

Anyway. You decide. Does this sound right? or should people pay attention to lyrics more when they choose who to be a fan of?

This is just for fun, I thought it was funny.

giving up the gun

Your sword's grown old and rusty
Underneath the rising sun
It's locked up like a trophy
Forgetting all the things it's done
And though its been a long time
You’re right back where you started from
I see it in your eyes
Now you’re giving up the gun

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My dating profile..... I am so sick of facebook popping up with ads for dating sites. But it got me thinking. What would I say? One ad asked.... What would be your perfect date?
Well its been so long I didnt have an answer. The ex-husband stopped dating me after we got married. That is why I will never get married again... I will only date. So for those of you who wan to know... here is my answer....


I have an intimate relationship with food. I would like to go to a foreign food restaurant (indian, sushi, thai, or authentic Italian).
I am a huge movie buff and love seeing movies right when they come out. After the movie I like to discuss what the writer was feeling and what I felt watching it. I like to talk about politics, traveling, and sharing fun stories from my life.
I get kinda awkward in fine dining fancy places and prefer a chill restaurant and maybe a walk through the park. I love to walk around at night.

A fun fact

Nearly one-third of Texans believed that dinosaurs and humans roamed the earth at the same time. Yup.

Oh, and at least one Alaskan, as well (Palin).

How do you do?

Lately I have been watching Big Brother. The reality TV show that places people in a secluded house for months and they have to compete, vote each other off, and hope to win $500,000. Going back to the original reality show MTV's Real World there was always a role selected for each cast member. I always believed it was done in the editing room. They look for all the times one person got mad and make then the mean one. Or all the times someone cried and they are the sensitive one. The jock, the idiot, the bully, the bitch, the goody goody, the drunk, etc.
I began to wonder: Who would I be? I am Italian so I could be a hot head. I am a dork so I could be the clown. I also can be a huge flirt. Who am I? It makes me want to put a bunch of cameras up in my place (not the bedroom) and see how me and my friends act. Also now that I have a roommate it is more interesting.
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Its hard to admit to yourself that other people have an influence on your emotions. Because once you say it out loud. You shift the power and they could hurt you. The solution is also the problem. If you keep your guard up and don't let them in then you are safe... or are you? All you are really doing is hurting yourself and possibly missing the opportunity to have a wonderful romance. Ok, so you put yourself out there.... you admit to yourself how you feel and then confess to them, What if they don't want the same thing? Is it the end of the world? No. Does your 'enjoying each others company' have to end? No. It might be hard at first. Everyone just wants to be loved and appreciated, right? Rejection hurts. However this is not a true rejection. To quote one of my favorite movies, Love and Sex-

"Weirdos and creeps are single because they are weird and creepy. Normal people like us are single because we are victims of bad timing."