"Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99, If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re head, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…"
Now that I have started with such an amazing piece of work, I don't know where to go with it. To be completely honest, I don't know where I should start. I guess I'll put another piece of literary genius...
"What a skeletal wreck of man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tones
Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free in the clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat to sift and focus
On the bigger...better...now...
We all have a little sin that needs venting
Virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems that riff from the branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose? or purposely serve?
Wind down inside atavistic galore
The value of a summer spent and a winter earned
For the rest of us there is always sunday
The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breaths
So we can wade naked into the bloody pool
And place our hand on the big black book
To watch the knives zig zag between our aching fingers
A vacation is a countdown
T-minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste
What the fuck is all this for?
What the hells going on?
Shut up!
I could go on and on, but lets move on...shall we?
Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do
And like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs
Haven't felt like this in years
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse
Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again
That's where you go when there's no one else around
Its just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with there thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger
Classified my ass, that's a fucking secret and you know it
Government is another way to say...better...than...you...
Its like ice but no pick, a murder charge that wont stick
Its like a whole other world where you can smell the food but you cant touch the silverware...what luck
Fascism you can vote for...isn't that sweet
And were all gonna die some day, cause that's the american way
And Ive drunk to much and said to little
When your gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer, say a phrase, get yourself together and...
See whats happening
Shut up
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm sorry I could go on and on
But its time to move on...so...
Remember..
You're a wreck
An accident, forget the freak you're just nature
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean, shit snort and blaspheme
Let the heads cool and the engine run
Because in then end everything we do...
Is just everything we've done"
I apologize, for I cannot trump Baz Luhrmann or Corey Taylor. I can give you all another look into the surface of my Zark World. Life is life. Life is death. You only live once, so why should I care? Never ever have I ever wanted more to let go and never have anything to do with anyone anymore. When I'm at my social peak, I'm still zoned as hell not paying attention as much as I used to. I care less than I used to. Sometimes, I wish people would ask me, "What's wrong?" But, I know if they did, I couldn't give them a straight answer. They wouldn't understand, really. I don't even understand. I'm beginning to branch out from myself. I don't know who I am anymore. I don't know where I'm headed either. I feel like I used to have a map, and now I'm just like a stone rolling down a hill. I want to be a snowball rolling down a Colorado mountain. Building more and more mass. Having direction versus the standard complicated path I have taken. I didn't sign up in this fucking world to be a cartographer.
Honestly, I jumped into this with nothing to say and said more than I've thought about in the past hour. I guess I'm going to end on something to give you a [possible] smile...
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