Jesus Beats - Shigure Kosaka [History's Strongest Disciple Kenichi AMV] ...

Shigure Kosaka prod. Jesus Beats 

Official Anime Music Video AMV 
史上最強の弟子 ケンイチ
Shijō Saikyō no Deshi: Kenichi
History's Mightiest Disciple 
History's Strongest Disciple
Odayakana Sakamichi
OST REMIX
Lofi Hip Hop

Amiri Baraka "Somebody Blew Up America"

got me really feeling like this crazy

Isolation Depression Loneliness and Gogeta vs Janemba

i was on isolation anonymous today feeling really good after i read today and last night's updates. what was really sick was not only how isolated everyone was but how much they didn't give a fuck about how fucked up and lonely they were. its like their isolation was somehow filling in the void left by their loneliness. definately one of thebetter depresison blogs anyway it reminded me of anime and that always brings to mind dbz. i remembered how sick gogeta was so here's this video to commemerate another fucked up night of nothingness on this planet.



peace

loneliness blog

walk into the store and want everything 

jackets that fir just right, hats that hold the contour of your head

in such a way it feels as right as eating

credit credit cash credit

so when i wake up in the morning there is no resentment

about the skins i wear

so that i have enough things to compliment my disposition

that i will be more suscptible to love myself

and that my discerniment might be sharper in that my garments

should hav eme pleased and more myself rather than withdraw

into the negative thoughts the devil uses to do his will

everything costs money, everybody wears clothes

nobody thinks about what clothes are then again no one question paint

its all art whether ugly or satis fact i look at jackets and sneakers

like women in how im attracted to them but what can be good if it doesn't feel good

at least just a little bit

theres something about spending it that makes getting it worthwhile

theres something about spending it that makes getting it everything

thres something inside me compelling to spend money and conversely make it

some dyas i wear the same thing for a few days

but i don’t want to have to wear the same thing everyday

i don’t know the relationship between freedom and options

but both seem like conundrums that allow for the decay of the mind into itself

the recession of brain waves onto each other into a rough sea

of confusion, apprehension, and uncertainty

what even constitutes a good purchase

if god is love then what is the free market economy

i walk around soho and can’t not buy things

plunging myself into credit insecurity and an attitude of unsatiability 

the satisfaction comes from gettning money

there is always guilt that follows everything, guilt that knows what you will spend it on,

how many hours you toiled away into nothingness

guilt that knows you deep down

is inherient in how deep we go and how many secrets swim in schools 

in the murky depths of the deepest points of ourselves

no astronaut is blasted off into space without the white orb of his suit

no astronauts without space ships, no space ships without paint jobs 

our body is what carries our soul, our garments lie atop the body

because adam and eve were overwhelmed with their options

seeking fruit for their labor, like i seek jackets, clean white t’s

and sneakers, to feel like i’ve done something and to convince myself 

that there’s more i can do, that i am something

but what I'm wearing wont change who i am inside

no matter how flee, gold, silver, or fresh

we all go through changes none of us no who we really are

i need clean white tees, i need them

i used to hate wearing white tees unless they were yellow

and shoes unless they were scuffed

none of us no who we really are

or how we should look so we do what feel

or some are very aware of how others think they should look

and try to fit in that like a mouse under a doorway

none of us know who we really are or what anything really is

i want to wear what feels good on my body

before it deteriorates

i want to feel contented overall because we know bodies wither

but not if the mind ever goes away

so many places to shop so many people wearing everything

so much hype the hype is so much that there is hype surrounding

not subscribing to the hype

i want to play football and lead my team in tackles

so i wear jerseys every now and then







and it all began on a loneliness blog

demon // depression

the evil

i know it lives inside me

like the animal 

i am

loneliness and isolation of laying on the beach

not sure how everything slipped away that far

seems like just yesterday we were afloat

on the same ship sailing for the same green

paradise the same dark dream of survival

once shone lit like sunset, our boat now

capsized, us stranded on different islands

how will one fathom to recognize the beauty

of what once was when it must never be again

seems like the water is more frightening now

without you, the reef has sliced my flesh

and was leaving us for dead, but i swam

for the sake of myself, and you for yours

finding islands, patches of green of our own

of trees and hills and coconuts and beaches

where we will enjoy ourselves more than

we ever have before, eating flowers 

until evening then using the night 

to relax even further into the skins we call ourselves

even further away from what it means to talk

but a sense of calmness pervades

knowing that some warm day we will both venture

away from our islands for a swim in hoping to

gain coolness under a generous day

both hoping we will see each other in passing

imagining that we might embrace on sight

hoping that we do not pass accidentally

without recognition, as strangers do

the eagerness of a child, i will not feel regret

only foolishness in thinkning that we 

would never know what we did on our islands alone.