Morgan Eattock
Who I am sprouts from the green of the grass around me. Who I will be sprouts from the way the world embraces me. Who I need to understand comes from the love given to the environment from all of you. Who I live to learn from is the earth and love. Ecology is being oneself in a much more natural way. Ecology is becoming more and more important to me and it is taking me on a journey to appreciate the way I was raised and where I get to draw from inspirationally. I am learning that walking the open world alongside nature and the loves of my life is the best way. I am learning to reach out to those who otherwise would not know me and everyone deserves to be happy. I am recycling more than just aluminum- but my bad attitudes, my disgust, my discontent and unhappiness and all that’s in between. In return I’m learning to be and live the way the people before me did. Who needs material? Not I, I need love and ecology. I need to understand that I can change nothing alone- I can’t breathe in the air around me if I’m not going to do things to replenish it. I am gross to think in the way of the corporation and never should I feel that it’s okay to be negative. I need to embrace the things I do not- poverty is nothing but a struggle- and a struggle writes your life story. We’re all authors of our future and we should not take it fore granted. We are what we eat and we should not kill to do so. There is a deep love we should have and love to be a part of but we are not. We are wasting the land and resources in our lives and we’re spending too much money doing so. We should not be keeping “The Man” in power we should be keeping them in check. We are the world. We are the Americas. And we are failing if we keep it up. Everything is crumbling around us and we are too slow to jump to fix it. We should have started this revolution days and days ago. We needed to love before. Before this. Before we hit rock bottom. It is sad when the times are told to us in a Disney movie like Wall-E. we have to be shocked into change because we are such dreamers. Such non believers. Such nay-sayers and disregarders. We need to believe in the inevitable. We need to see the destruction. We are where we live. We need to love. We need to foresee and we need to foreshadow. What are we leaving our children? And theirs? And theirs? Where will this world be when we’re nothing but fertilizer? We need to pick up our shovels and build the city again. Ecology and love; the motto to live and breathe by. We show nothing but selfishness let us leave a legacy unlike any others. Let’s remake what we have ruined and let it be fresh again. We need to support the fight to keep us grounded- love is who we need to be. Know thy neighbor- trust thy neighbor and keep them close to you. Keep your heart open because we are nothing without each other. Music, love, ecology. Hearts will be empty. And souls will be unhappy. We need to pick up the pieces and glue it all back together. We need to be who we are. Cars are breaking us down faster than were breaking them down. The screws are loose in our heads and in our rides- we are intelligent and generic the statements we come up with have nothing to do with the problem and nothing to come from a solution. We are nothing without each other. We love who we want instead of the whole world and we are spiteful people. Relatively discomforted by the thought of togetherness and completely scared by the love of strangers. Love and ecology.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Freewrite 1. lyrics made into logical jabber.
lets stand on the rooftops and scream at the ones who hurt us most so the whole city can hear us.
In an ale of resolution I find the key to your mind. A sparkle of hope hidden in the wine glass that coats your insides.I decided to tell everyone I'm not sure whether the resignation stands but breaking hearts is still a hobby
My spare time is full of anonymous phone calls and my letters never reach the return address. The only thing worse than being forgotten is never being remembered at all Its not like you're talking my birthday away
But when you tear out the pieces of who I am you're nearly spelling my name wrong
Yellow lines look so much better in the bright lights
You see in technicalities and I see in technicolor
Matching isn't like marching in crooked lines
Fitting the moods of dozens pays your fines
Can we just rip up the tickets and go back
Turn around, if its the last thing I do you'll turn around – awkward pyro technics in a bathroom stall/Seems to bring us closer, sadly slower we fall
Slowed down pulses break our feet from the path
The same size doesn't meet the flag out at half mast.
Were goin back home through a black hole
You're never wrong enough to prove me right.
You take too many chances, miss so many chances but you make me feel classy tonight
Hold on while I pour my brother an STD.
Lets get drunk off nothing at all and lets laugh at different cancers.
The world is our oyster and the moon is our night light.
I finally see my mortality and it makes me weak and reckless
I need to sleep and calm these thoughts that leave me low and breathless
My favorite part of being talentless is the way I don't have to strive
There isn't much to improve on when you start with nothing
There's nothing left to make you cry
And the worst part is knowing all the answers
With a satellite telling me where to go to lose by default
Eyes wide shut closing tight my fist to hit hard against the sky.
Gimme more. No there's nothing left
The argument is simple the lies aren't all untrue
But when it comes to happiness its really hard to lose
The golden glow of nothing is surely set in sin
The pearly whites of no one are surely not of kin
She really is not fortunate "No really ur too kind"
The bank of 'she can't afford this' Straighten up that spine!
Its not like we can't replace what we've broken
I need to fight this sore- if the hurt isn't too deep I'm lost without feeling like I don't belong. Its daily here nor there but I'm not keeping score- The time is running out
And you're just running away
Youre a jill and your jack isn't quiet
He clinks with jose (now that's the spirit)
In an ale of resolution I find the key to your mind. A sparkle of hope hidden in the wine glass that coats your insides.I decided to tell everyone I'm not sure whether the resignation stands but breaking hearts is still a hobby
My spare time is full of anonymous phone calls and my letters never reach the return address. The only thing worse than being forgotten is never being remembered at all Its not like you're talking my birthday away
But when you tear out the pieces of who I am you're nearly spelling my name wrong
Yellow lines look so much better in the bright lights
You see in technicalities and I see in technicolor
Matching isn't like marching in crooked lines
Fitting the moods of dozens pays your fines
Can we just rip up the tickets and go back
Turn around, if its the last thing I do you'll turn around – awkward pyro technics in a bathroom stall/Seems to bring us closer, sadly slower we fall
Slowed down pulses break our feet from the path
The same size doesn't meet the flag out at half mast.
Were goin back home through a black hole
You're never wrong enough to prove me right.
You take too many chances, miss so many chances but you make me feel classy tonight
Hold on while I pour my brother an STD.
Lets get drunk off nothing at all and lets laugh at different cancers.
The world is our oyster and the moon is our night light.
I finally see my mortality and it makes me weak and reckless
I need to sleep and calm these thoughts that leave me low and breathless
My favorite part of being talentless is the way I don't have to strive
There isn't much to improve on when you start with nothing
There's nothing left to make you cry
And the worst part is knowing all the answers
With a satellite telling me where to go to lose by default
Eyes wide shut closing tight my fist to hit hard against the sky.
Gimme more. No there's nothing left
The argument is simple the lies aren't all untrue
But when it comes to happiness its really hard to lose
The golden glow of nothing is surely set in sin
The pearly whites of no one are surely not of kin
She really is not fortunate "No really ur too kind"
The bank of 'she can't afford this' Straighten up that spine!
Its not like we can't replace what we've broken
I need to fight this sore- if the hurt isn't too deep I'm lost without feeling like I don't belong. Its daily here nor there but I'm not keeping score- The time is running out
And you're just running away
Youre a jill and your jack isn't quiet
He clinks with jose (now that's the spirit)
freewrite for English. ha
Nothing is ever what it seems- even if it seems to be such. I feel like today has been that day where I woke up alone and
excited. I never have understood being content with being friendless but that’s really it, isn’t it? I am not friendless like
I once thought- people care and understand who I am and why; they would just rather pretend to be opposed. They must be jealous-
at least that’s what I want to believe- or maybe it’s scary? I am opposed to their opposal if that’s even a word. I am afraid
of their fear. Who am I but a normal child of god or whoever the big cheese of E.A.R.T.H. really is. Who am I to see the world
differently, and gasp, how dare I! How dare I hold an opinion close to heart- how dare I breathe in as the rest of you breathe
out. Who dares to dance to a different number and frankly who dares to even hear the song? I am she who dares- she who feels
it necessary to be me. Know thyself and let thy known self be true- right. Wrong! Who dares cross my path. Who dares listen
and actually learn, and who dares to be alone and content. This is ignorance you are young and not in love? You have a level
head and understand the world around you! poo-poo as the baguettes would say- that’s untrue and undesirable. Why are you not
a dreamer, with star-crossed eyes? How dare you be the one and only and who says you may do what you do? Keep close, brown
eyes- you are sick! Role camera and be something eventful.
Tonight is the night I open my eyes and realize you are around me. I feel the comfort but I’m not exactly sure how to deal.
It tickles my fancy and keeps me company in the zooming twilight downtown. I am who I say I am. You say who I am so who are
you? I never have understood being afraid of the dark- its where you can be everything and nothing all at once. In the dark
I am alone but surrounded.
The sound is upon us and I hear it blankly. I feel it isn’t what I need, but who I want to be. The city lights are nice but
the calm nature of those around me make me sick. I need the noise. I need noise. Noise. Noise… I feel like I’m dead if its
silent and I surely am not dead yet. The groans of intestines like lawyers of time development make us sit at tables. Quieter
than normal you open my eyes to the way it is alone and content. Let me in. let me know. Let me in and open your eyes. I am
young and out of love. I am cold when its warm- and I know myself and so should you. I am epic and worthy of someone’s presence
and I want to be contained in myself alone without the loneliness. I need to understand where you’re coming from and I need
to go there, too. Let me leave and go there too. Are you there too? Am I welcome? You’re welcome. I’m there. Where are you?
The weather isn’t exactly what I hoped for. Jackets are for sissy’s. michelles a sissy. Hes a sissy. Be a sissy. Im less-sissy.
We were hungry. We were tired. The lines made monsters in my eyes. I need nothing. I need something. It’s cold outside and
the sky is black. Theres no stars. Theres one star. I’m longing for lonely.
excited. I never have understood being content with being friendless but that’s really it, isn’t it? I am not friendless like
I once thought- people care and understand who I am and why; they would just rather pretend to be opposed. They must be jealous-
at least that’s what I want to believe- or maybe it’s scary? I am opposed to their opposal if that’s even a word. I am afraid
of their fear. Who am I but a normal child of god or whoever the big cheese of E.A.R.T.H. really is. Who am I to see the world
differently, and gasp, how dare I! How dare I hold an opinion close to heart- how dare I breathe in as the rest of you breathe
out. Who dares to dance to a different number and frankly who dares to even hear the song? I am she who dares- she who feels
it necessary to be me. Know thyself and let thy known self be true- right. Wrong! Who dares cross my path. Who dares listen
and actually learn, and who dares to be alone and content. This is ignorance you are young and not in love? You have a level
head and understand the world around you! poo-poo as the baguettes would say- that’s untrue and undesirable. Why are you not
a dreamer, with star-crossed eyes? How dare you be the one and only and who says you may do what you do? Keep close, brown
eyes- you are sick! Role camera and be something eventful.
Tonight is the night I open my eyes and realize you are around me. I feel the comfort but I’m not exactly sure how to deal.
It tickles my fancy and keeps me company in the zooming twilight downtown. I am who I say I am. You say who I am so who are
you? I never have understood being afraid of the dark- its where you can be everything and nothing all at once. In the dark
I am alone but surrounded.
The sound is upon us and I hear it blankly. I feel it isn’t what I need, but who I want to be. The city lights are nice but
the calm nature of those around me make me sick. I need the noise. I need noise. Noise. Noise… I feel like I’m dead if its
silent and I surely am not dead yet. The groans of intestines like lawyers of time development make us sit at tables. Quieter
than normal you open my eyes to the way it is alone and content. Let me in. let me know. Let me in and open your eyes. I am
young and out of love. I am cold when its warm- and I know myself and so should you. I am epic and worthy of someone’s presence
and I want to be contained in myself alone without the loneliness. I need to understand where you’re coming from and I need
to go there, too. Let me leave and go there too. Are you there too? Am I welcome? You’re welcome. I’m there. Where are you?
The weather isn’t exactly what I hoped for. Jackets are for sissy’s. michelles a sissy. Hes a sissy. Be a sissy. Im less-sissy.
We were hungry. We were tired. The lines made monsters in my eyes. I need nothing. I need something. It’s cold outside and
the sky is black. Theres no stars. Theres one star. I’m longing for lonely.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
oh bother.
My posts from blogs past are so obnoxious- gahlee how did anyone live with that. November has never been so beautiful- this November is so sunny and free I love it. I'm listening to MGMT and anyone who hasn't heard them should! They're so amazing and fun for me :) Lately I've been digging through old, disregarded MP3's and damn it's been fun for me. Know anything I should be absorbing into my auditory nerve? hit me up. So I'm becoming better friends with people lately. It's weird. I've gone through this entire "I Don't Give A Fuck" transition since Graduation and I really am beginning to like myself again. epic win. I convinced my boss it'd be a good idea to dye my hair- so that really helped in my quest to *heart* me. It's Deli's birthday today, I'm pretty excited for her. This blog is becoming a train-of-thought blog haha. Just constantly flowing, but whatever. Fuckin' MGMT is crazy right now, I'm listening to Time To Pretend and it's totally attacking my drug addict half
and fuckle JJ's about to be here.
<3you
and fuckle JJ's about to be here.
<3you
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
duh dum duh duh dum dumm, dum duh dum duh dummm
yeah. that is my attempt at typing out how graduation music sounds.
what. the. fuck.
I'm so happy but so confused.
Today was really the last time I'm ever going to leave the ART room as a student. the last time I'll be leaving Kinsley's, too.
I'm stoked. I'm so happy. I haven't cried and I honestly don't think I will but damn, I sure am confused.
what. the. fuck.
I'm so happy but so confused.
Today was really the last time I'm ever going to leave the ART room as a student. the last time I'll be leaving Kinsley's, too.
I'm stoked. I'm so happy. I haven't cried and I honestly don't think I will but damn, I sure am confused.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
I'm spinning outta control
Dude what the fucking fuck.
I am |------| that close to killing myself
Not really, but I kinda wish I wanted suicide so that I could feel normal
Everything about me is so fucking different I don't fucking understand.
I'm so tired of people pointing it out, too...
I know I'm weird. I do.
I know I'm loud, you don't have to tell me.
Please stop pointing out what you think are flaws.
I'm just so run down from always being the ass of the jokes..the person you make fun of
Please just respect me
Please?
Every day I go through the hardest life you can imagine dude, and I still manage to be happy and laughable and all that- could we not do our best to drag me down?
Please?
I am on empty. I need something. I don't know what cause nothing's, and no one's, working.
I just can barely even breathe, and the people treating me like I am crazy aren't helping.
If I weren't me I'd want to be friends with me. Not cause I'm fun or interesting- but cause I give up so much and do so much for my friends happiness.
I've risked my job. My family. Money has been so tight but I still manage. I've stayed up all night doing something for them more times than I can count. I just wish the dedication was on both sides.
The only person who understands me anymore is forever away.
Why?
It hurts. Senior ditch day got changed, by the way guys.
It's Monday.
Someone fucking shoot me.
Please.
I wish I could just sleep forever.
I'm tired of the autism running my life. It hurts. I'm so fucking out of control- and I'm SO FUCKING TIRED OF BEGGING PEOPLE FOR FAVORS.
I don't want to do that anymore. I want nothing of that..but yet I end up calling.
Fuck. I should be sleeping- I have an assesment test tomorrow- which is going to fucking suck.
But I'll be in berkeley so I can get Craig a gift. Woop. I have no idea how I'm getting back to school- if I even am.
I may get stuck in Berk- who knows I tend to get stuck a lot.
Bloody hell.
Btw thank you kurt for the ride to work
And deli for the ride home
Without friends like you I don't know how I'd keep breathing.
I am |------| that close to killing myself
Not really, but I kinda wish I wanted suicide so that I could feel normal
Everything about me is so fucking different I don't fucking understand.
I'm so tired of people pointing it out, too...
I know I'm weird. I do.
I know I'm loud, you don't have to tell me.
Please stop pointing out what you think are flaws.
I'm just so run down from always being the ass of the jokes..the person you make fun of
Please just respect me
Please?
Every day I go through the hardest life you can imagine dude, and I still manage to be happy and laughable and all that- could we not do our best to drag me down?
Please?
I am on empty. I need something. I don't know what cause nothing's, and no one's, working.
I just can barely even breathe, and the people treating me like I am crazy aren't helping.
If I weren't me I'd want to be friends with me. Not cause I'm fun or interesting- but cause I give up so much and do so much for my friends happiness.
I've risked my job. My family. Money has been so tight but I still manage. I've stayed up all night doing something for them more times than I can count. I just wish the dedication was on both sides.
The only person who understands me anymore is forever away.
Why?
It hurts. Senior ditch day got changed, by the way guys.
It's Monday.
Someone fucking shoot me.
Please.
I wish I could just sleep forever.
I'm tired of the autism running my life. It hurts. I'm so fucking out of control- and I'm SO FUCKING TIRED OF BEGGING PEOPLE FOR FAVORS.
I don't want to do that anymore. I want nothing of that..but yet I end up calling.
Fuck. I should be sleeping- I have an assesment test tomorrow- which is going to fucking suck.
But I'll be in berkeley so I can get Craig a gift. Woop. I have no idea how I'm getting back to school- if I even am.
I may get stuck in Berk- who knows I tend to get stuck a lot.
Bloody hell.
Btw thank you kurt for the ride to work
And deli for the ride home
Without friends like you I don't know how I'd keep breathing.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
there's a thin line between love and hate
these are the thoughts of last night:
"i'm just so done sometimes.
seriously. three years of cleaning up the mess you make and it still keeps coming.
i'm so, so, so done. fuck.
i try all the fucking time and it doesn't ever work.
stop. just fucking stop. i used to cry about you, you selfish little fuck.
i used to care.
i can't- scratch that
i won't
i fucking hate you for making me feel this way, you're a piece of shit.
i fucking hate you.
fuck."
Lucky for me, I'm okay now. Hello fellow bloggers, those who will not read this blog of hate and love.
"Hate & Love? Really?"
yes. really.
I hate my situation
but I love my life
I hate my friends when they make me sad
but I love them all the time
I hate my hair dyed brown
but I love getting money from work
I hate that graduation is far enough away to be mad
but I love that it's soon enough to count down
I hate how everyone (mostly) just randomly turned selfish
but I love knowing I am nothing like them
I hate my chipped tooth
but I love having teeth at all
I hate some of the creepers that I know
but I love them at the same time
I hate ending blogs short to go to burger king
but I love knowing I'll come home safe
"i'm just so done sometimes.
seriously. three years of cleaning up the mess you make and it still keeps coming.
i'm so, so, so done. fuck.
i try all the fucking time and it doesn't ever work.
stop. just fucking stop. i used to cry about you, you selfish little fuck.
i used to care.
i can't- scratch that
i won't
i fucking hate you for making me feel this way, you're a piece of shit.
i fucking hate you.
fuck."
Lucky for me, I'm okay now. Hello fellow bloggers, those who will not read this blog of hate and love.
"Hate & Love? Really?"
yes. really.
I hate my situation
but I love my life
I hate my friends when they make me sad
but I love them all the time
I hate my hair dyed brown
but I love getting money from work
I hate that graduation is far enough away to be mad
but I love that it's soon enough to count down
I hate how everyone (mostly) just randomly turned selfish
but I love knowing I am nothing like them
I hate my chipped tooth
but I love having teeth at all
I hate some of the creepers that I know
but I love them at the same time
I hate ending blogs short to go to burger king
but I love knowing I'll come home safe
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
