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Sunday, 18 October 2009
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The Dark Side of Roller Coaster Rides
Roller Coaster
Roller coaster rides- a part of the ever so popular family theme parks. They are as common as chewing gum nowadays, and their massive and complicated ‘bodies’ hold no wonder for even the most ordinary of people in the developed countries. We have learned to accept them and in many cases, ‘love’ them. Some might connect “roller coaster” with the word “fun”, some with the word “terrifying”. One thing that does not change however is the fact that we all find them exhilarating. That makes the seemingly ‘ordinary’ roller coaster rides a contradiction, like many human creations are.
Why have we built something so violent in its intensity? To develop the money producing amusement industry perhaps? Or to satisfy our primal need for excitement, our need to feel the rush of adrenalin, the feel of our hearts beating so fast that they are at their limit? Are we again looking for the prospect of dying while having ‘fun’, as our ancestors did? Those individuals who lived centuries before our modern world came into existence, feeding their adrenalin hungry hearts with battles, hunting and fighting. Feeding on the ever present prospect of death... Were those their own personal roller coaster rides? Is the human nature such, that the majority of us that do not face any other danger but the one that comes with everyday life, ‘amuse’ ourselves with those ‘metal giants’, which like everything that has been built by human hands can collapse in a second, becoming Death’s faithful apprentice. If that is so, have we built ‘amusement’ parks with such a dark intention behind them? Does human nature dictate that the chance of perishing forever is nothing as long as we can feel the wonderful sensation of our pulse, the prove that we are alive... the prove that we can die.
Roller coasters: Recreation or Risk? http://home.comcast.net/~ldfrostbite/controversy.html
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
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Currently
Great Gatsby
By F. Scott Fitzgerald
see relatedRain
Disintegrating with the Morning RainGoodbye my cruel, doomed and hateful loveI salute your power with the hand of fateDraw your gun and shoot at blind
Like Cupid with his blood-soaked arrows
Even Gods crumble before your might and wrathful glory
As if they are made of paper that disintegrates with the demand of grace
In the benumbing rain of lies and promise
Oh, how much I’ll miss the tragic words that you whisper in my ear
The lullaby of wistful, hopeless dreams I used to hear
Before I slowly dive into silk and silver
And forget about the world beyond the little cot we used to share.
Sunday, 04 October 2009
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It is so very simple...
Simply That
How come the sky is empty?
How come we see the stars,
but we can never touch them
with our hands?
How come the flowers weep
with the tears of the morning dew?
The questions asked are nothing
but illusions. For the answer is-
we are simply humans...
Friday, 25 September 2009
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Slaves...
Impossible DesiresIs getting old a problem
or the remedy
to the infection called life?
Beauty is fragile, and youth
will only last for today.
True, nothing's forever
but I wish it would be.
Vain is the worst kind of sin,
I admit.
We are slaves of our genes.
Slaves of our desire to live...
Sunday, 20 September 2009
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Currently
Night Electric Night
By Deathstars
see relatedA Photoshop Girl



