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Sunday, 18 October 2009

  • 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

  • Currently
    Great Gatsby
    By F. Scott Fitzgerald
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    Rain

     
    Disintegrating with the Morning Rain
     

    Goodbye my cruel, doomed and hateful love
    I salute your power with the hand of fate

    Draw 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

  • 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

  • Slaves...

     
    Impossible Desires
     

    Is 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

Yami_No_Matsuei

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    • Name: AVA
    • Birthday: 4/3/1993
    • Gender: Female
    • Member Since: 4/26/2008

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