Anonimitate

Foarte interesanta creatura este scriitorul. Nu scriitorul publicat, recunoscut sau care din asta isi castiga cu greu masa si casa in fiecare seara. Orice persoana care prin alegere a pus mana pe un pix sau o tastatura si a intins cateva cuvinte.
Ne vedem ca si cum nu suntem destul de buni, destul de frumosi, destul de duri, destul de orice. Ca viata noastra este insipida, fara culoare, gust, miros sau sunet. Prin personajele noastre incercam sa schimbam asta, incercam sa redefinim cine suntem, sa ne punem intr-o lumina mai buna, sa traim viata pe care vrem sa o traim, si sa simtim lucrurile pe care vrem sa le simtim, nestiind in momentul creatiei ca aceste personaje sunt noi. Ca ce traiesc ele e ce le zicem noi sa traiasca, sa simta, sa faca. Ele se nasc din noi, cresc din noi, exista din cauza fanteziilor noastre.
Ne place anonimitatea, pseodonime, porecle, sau lipsa unui nume. Ascundem cine suntem din cauza ca ne este frica, ne este frica ca daca ce am creeat nu este placut, noi nu vom fi placuti. Dar mai important, cred, ne este frica de noi, ne este frica ca scriem (zicem) dar nu facem. Ne este frica de unde ne vom conduce, ne este frica de ce se petrece in mintile noastre. Nefolosindu-ne numele, identitatile de care suntem siguri, sau de care altii sunt siguri ne acoperim un pic din frica... O amortim.

Eu ma numesc Scott Anton Tinney, nascut 6 decembrie, 1992.

Craciun fericit!

O zi sfanta de craciun
Daruri, bani n-am sa adun
Am scris un pic
Ca sa va zic
Tot cei bun
Sa va vina-n drum
Prin-alcool si fum
Sa va gasiti un drum
Mult noroc, si fericire
Ne vedem la o betie!

The Chase

We all in bondage
Always paying homage
Worshipers
Religious views
Or the nightly news
No matters
Matter more
And on the whole
We all just whores
Prostitutin'
In the pursuit
The chase
There's no escaping
Euros dollars
Pounds fuckin' sterling
It's the priest
The god
The motherfuckin' king
And we just bow down
Bend over
And try to make some more

To leave and lose, Now is the time

Now I retreat
Get lost inside this beat
Accept defeat
There is no feat
There is no leap
I've known defeat
Not absolutely
Completely and truly
Understand it fully
It's over and done


So...


In this last moment
I will enjoy
I want the joy
Just one more time
Before I die
From memory
In this last moment I'm gonna find
What it's like to shine
I want to feel
Your lips on mine


To leave and lose,
Now is the time

Sight

I know
I look happy but it just look it
In my soul all I got is fuck it
I'm way to far
Gone way beyond
Every step and action found as wrong
Keep repeatin' and repeatin'
Stay strong
Stay strong
Stay strong
But there's nothing for
Which I can do, so
I keep myself on an all-time low
All I got is wheezy lungs
A bunch a' words
And a little flow
Can't protect my little bro
Resigned myself to
The fact that I'm another no
Just another no
In a world of yes or no
Where no mean go
And yes, we'll show
Come to your show
Represent
Acord sponsorship
Prove sportsmanship
And maybe, maybe
Just maybe, baby
A little friendship
Just another traveller
On this little ship
That we call life
Just another little shit
In this life where words
Hang but never leave
That pretty pink
Tip of your lip
I want to say
There's no different way
You'll leave me with lies
Mine and yours
I want to say the truth
But it just won't leave me
Understand me, please just see
Truth be this
I love you but all I muster
Is a hiss
It's what I miss
Once was given, ripped away
Held selfishly on, wanted my way
But had to give it away
Someone else need it
More than me

And now I see

return

when there's nothing behind your face
there's nothing new, no race
when you have lost your faith
in the now and the next
there's no amount of text
notes or pictures that'll recreate
the you you were
way way back before
when you hit the shore
like the whale on the beach
the weight of you crushing on you
when you've got no more left to do
go back to your roots
begin devolving
simplify
return to origins
because, shit
that's all you got

Arguing With Myself

"After a while, we all try to rationalize it. To explain it. To tell ourselves that we're stronger, and that it doesn't hurt, that we've been through this shit before and we know how to deal with it. What do we do after? What is the unavoidable dead end that follows? This. Two guys, no girls, crying game music and a shitload of beer."
"You're really pissed today, aren't you?"
"Well, my girl just up and left me for no reason. Ok, so there is a reason. Other dude was pulling major cash from his parents. Still pisses me off."
"Man, at least there's logic behind her thinking"
"What's logic and relationships gotta do with each other. There is no logical reason for which anyone decides to slow down and start dreaming"
"True, but your only other option is getting a girl that won't look at your wallet but'll try and change you and all that."
"Why can't people see each other for who they are, disfunctional, wrong, destructive... perfectly imperfect..."
"Shit, I've no idea. Maybe it's best like that... you know, if we're already fucked up, might as well be fucked up together. Know what I mean?
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. None of that ying-yang shit."
"Exactly!!"
"Still, you're wrong on one thing."
"What's that?"
"You could always get a combo deal..."
"What??"
"You know, one of those girls that'll do you both ways."
"Word" he says with a laugh.