Technicolour Dream (Sunny)

From Hollow ---------------- Deepening black circles, that fill the spaces left behind. Darkening with lack of sleep, these holes i have for eyes. Trying hard as ever, to turn out the lights. Deepening forever, the chasm in my mind. I could never ask you, to go out of your own way, to come and be my savior. To take my pain away. I could never ask that of you. Traveling in circles, like my finger 'round the neck of a bottle. Cowering in the corner, as i miss peaceful sleep in the hollow. Oh, I'm looking for a place to sleep. Looking for a place to sleep. I could never ask you, to go out of your own way, to come and be my savior. To take my pain away. I could never ask that of you. [solo] And the deepening circles cry. Cry out for rest so they can dry. Cry out in sickly pain from the hollow. The blackening madness consuming this hovel. Consuming the blackened core of my soul. I could never ask you, to go out of your own way, to come and be my doom. But what else am I supposed to do? No, I could never ask that of you. Oh, I would never ask that of you. I'll be damned that I'd asked that of you. No, I will never ask that of you. But I'm lost, what else am I supposed to do?

Everybody Needs ---------------------- Everybody Needs a mother and father. Someone to teach them the taste of defeat. Someone to guide them along the path, guide them along the path of failure. Everybody Needs a crutch. Everybody Needs a Ban-Aid. Everybody Needs lives to fuck. Everybody Needs lies to momma, oh. Transitioning from a kid to a man, can take more out of you than you think. Changing clothes is easy on the rod, especially when there's nowhere to go. Everybody Needs a crutch. Everybody Needs a Ban-Aid. Everybody Needs lives to fuck. Everybody Needs lies to momma, oh. Everybody needs a momma. Everybody loses a papa. Everybody lies to momma. Nobody remembers papa, oh. [solo] Everybody owns a gun. Metaphorically spoken of course. Nobody owns the sun. Everybody's on a crash course, oh. Everybody Needs a crutch. Everybody Needs a Ban-Aid. Everybody Needs lives to fuck. Everybody eats a lunch. Everybody needs some music. Everybody lives to die. Everybody lies to god. Yeah, everybody lies to god. Everybody lies to good god, oh. Nobody wants a mama, when they feel all grown up. Nobody wants a crutch, but absolutely everyone's got one, oh. Everybody Needs a crutch. Everybody Needs a Ban-Aid. Everybody Needs lives to fuck. Everybody Needs lies to momma, oh. Yeah, everyone lies to momma. Nobody lies to papa. Papa has always been dead. Papa sleeps in a flowerbed, oh.

eh, my ideas aren't perfect. I am trying to see if I can find another who thinks like me.

this is simply democracy influenced by fascism

no dictator. It is simply a constitutional democracy or parliament founded upon Fascist ideology.

next post. Have a little faith in me.

next post

I don't tell you how to live.

again, Fascism without a dictator. Fascist Democracy. Let's give it a try.

Fascism does not require a dictator to rule an entire empire. In the case of a Fascist Democracy, a constitutional government (I prefer a parliament) is founded upon Fascist ideology and Fascist practices. For example: In order for a successful Fascist Democracy to be orderly and unified, a constitution with unalienable rights that allows the infringement of amendments and laws under acceptable circumstances so that the state can remain safe, secure, and orderly. Some examples of why this may be beneficial: "All citizens have the right to bear arms." Instead, all citizens have the right to apply for the right to bear arms. Citizens must pass IQ tests, have background checks, and psychiatric evaluations upon application for licenses allowing the citizen to own a firearm. By doing this, street crime may possibly decrease. If by any chance this backfires, strict gun control (For example: like the U.K.) is to be enforced. Freedom of speech. Yes, while this is both a luxury and one of the most important rights, in some cases, restriction to the press and taking caution upon certain phrases of speech may save a life or two, as well as ensure civil tranquility. For example: Restriction of press in the case of criminal activity: A criminal is on the loose. Rig the news so that the criminal appears to be apprehended. By doing so, nobody is disturbed by an alleged criminal lurking the streets. While this may have a few down sides, in an organized and orderly society, police and task forces trained specifically to keep criminal activity to a minimal are to be active and ready at all times to ensure and keep the peace of the community. Cautious behaviors regarding speech: In modern societies, a man cannot be sent to have a mental evaluation for saying things such as "I plan to kill *insert name*". But if proper caution is taken, and the incident reported to the proper authorities, proper preventive action in a humane and just manner can be taken. One is not to immediately be sent to an asylum, of course not. But a state appointed meeting/intervention with experts can't possibly hurt right? Now, onto our next topic. An orderly and secure Democratic Fascist state should express a balanced "Garbage in, Garbage out" view, as well as base certain policies regarding equality and income upon this view. If one man refuses to pull his own weight, he does not harm the state. However, the state will recognize his output of "garbage" and will return this "garbage". In other words: If you do not work, you do not get paid. Act like scum, you will be treated like scum. Work for success, become successful. Go to war, return a hero, not a monster. (That always bugged me about the American populace. Men fight and die in foreign countries to secure Life, Liberty, and Order so that you can live a normal and prosperous life, but when they return, you treat them like monsters and thieves.) Some of the benefits of the "Garbage in, Garbage out" system include: Workers receive pay for their work and receive a fair (if not generous) wage for their hard work, while those who do not work do not receive a wage or compensation from the state that they do not deserve. (Disability will still be offered, but the rules of application will be far more strict for the purpose of utilizing unemployment compensations correctly to those who actually need it.) Everyone will have the ability to be successful. All men are born equal, but will be treated in regards to their output and support for the state. This creates a more unified and orderly state. This way, one cannot be successful if they do not seek to give benefit to the state as compensation for their success. Last topic for now: A common view of the state should be that all men are created equal, but are not equal among the ranks of the state. Everyone has the ability and right to be successful. However, not everyone is successful. The US is already like this, but with refinement, this can become a great motivator for the citizens of the state to do good for the state so that the state can do good for them. Success is entirely based upon individual decisions of the citizens of the state. Since you alone decide whether or not you will work and bring prosperity to the state, it is you alone who determines your level of equality and rank among the citizens of the state.

Yes, yes, Fascism. Nobody ever talks about it and says anything good. There are many reasons for this. Mainly it is because all the Fascist leaders so far have been strictly Fascist Dictators. I however am looking to surface the goodness in Fascism. Bare with me as I reveal the good side of Fascist ideology and policy, the benefits, and the various ways to practice Fascism that does not require a dictator.

The idea is that Human beings are purely noise and music. As far as The Audient Void, it is responsible for all of creation. The poem just states that human beings are the only creation that offers tribute.

Alright, I'm so in. Most of my work is free form though. Travels The Audient Void (Caution: so free form, the formatting is really out of whack. But the message is deep)

Meanwhile outside in the courtyard, Sepia, who was casually jamming out on his bass, had accumulated a small crowd of dragon flies whom peacefully danced over Sepia's head as he played sweet sounding melodies to make them happy. "Yeah little dudes, that's it!" He said happily aloud as he closed his eyes and smiled to himself, still playing a gentle melody, and thinking to himself. He thought about the party tonight, the "Informal Rejects" party. Maybe I can get James to go with me... he thought to himself, and his smile brightened.

Sepia paid absolutely no attention to anyone else who entered the creative writing classroom. He simply moved to sit next to James, and started flirting his little heart out. Sepia did his best to play it cool at first by continuing to write down the first 3 stanzas of his haiku. Smoke is bliss and bliss is free smoking and writing Bliss is free and so is oxygen smoke filled lungs To smoke is a tendency reminiscent of literal self destruction... "Wow...that's rad." Sepia whispered to himself, hoping to catch Jame's attention. Gotta keep it coming. Keep writing. Finish it up. Sepia thought to himself as he continued to write his final 4 stanzas. Who am I I am a smoker smoke filled lung Writing about smoking in form of haiku gets really boring Why am I Still writing this thing I'd rather smoke Oxygen is boring and iron sucks too smoking is cool "Well that was a waste of creative potential." Sepia says aloud to anyone willing to listen. He raises his hoof and grabs the professor's attention. "Excuse me, professor, what am I supposed to do with this haiku when I finish it? I'm getting tired of looking at it." The professor laughed and floated the page over with his magic. "You don't like haiku either, do you Sepia? I don't blame you. Boring stuff, boring stuff." The professor read Sepia's haiku and chuckled quietly. "This ain't half bad. Well, it's not good, but not bad. A for effort Mr. Sepia, A for effort...uhm...I really have nothing else for you to do..." The professor said as he ran a hoof through his mane. "Actually, I didn't expect any of you to actually do this so, thanks to Sepia over here, I'm just giving you all an A for just showing up. Anyway, I don't even want to be here right now and I'm sure none of you lot do either...especially those of you who just arrived." he said snidely, eyeing the two new arrivals in the back of the room. "I suppose...if you finish the haiku, bring it to me, I'll laugh at it, and you can go do whatever it is you do when class is over. Early out guys, early out." The professor finished the last sentence with an audible sigh as he stamped his cigarette out on a manila folder. Sepia smiled gleefully and stopped by Jame's seat to grab his guitar and saddle bags. "Hey, I didn't know if maybe...uhm, you'd wanna hang out after class or whatever. I mean, that'd be really cool, and if you don't want to, that's fine, I'm cool I guess...but uh, I'll be waiting for ya outside in the courtyard. So uh, cool. I'm off." Sepia fumbled through the past few sentences nervously tying to find the right words to say so that this encounter would remain casual and friendly. Sepia walked to the door, finished the last sip of his coffee, and tossed the cup in the trash. Once again he cleared his face of emotion and walked into the hallways that leads to the doors out of the building. Sepia walked the whole way humming a tune to himself as he opened the door, entered the courtyard, and sat cross legged in the grass, opening his guitar case. Sepia smiled as the bright blue bass guitar's baby blue finish, freshly polished, shown Sepia's reflection in the sunlight. He placed the guitar in his lap, and strummed the strings, checking to make sure the guitar was still in tune. "Okie doke, she's still singing beautifully." Sepia said, satisfied with the gentle, jazzy notes that rang out quietly with a quick run of his hoof over the pickups. "Let's do this" he said with a smile as he began to play a song he wrote. The song was slow and upbeat, and although it was not complicated, it sounded very professional to him. And so he sat there, playing his bass guitar. Waiting for James to return.