tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63106932011-04-21T11:33:11.651-07:00MentallY MechanizeDMain Entry: mech�a�nize Pronunciation: 'me-k&-"nIz Function: transitive verb Inflected Form(s): -nized; -niz�ing Date: 1678 1 : to make mechanical; especially : to make automatic or routine 2 a : to equip with machinery especially to replace human or animal labor b : to equip with armed and armored motor vehicles c : to provide with mechanical power 3 : to produce by or as if by machine i machinate. ive been mechanized. antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-10349465159463485942007-07-09T01:11:00.000-07:002007-07-09T01:13:25.638-07:00DrainedJust when we think the pieces of our lives are complete, there will be at least one component that will fall out. Its the cycle of life for without problems what is life?It keeps us going.One after another.You fix it, you ruin another.If everything goes your way, it is only because you are dead.::end::antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-26012854986862314362007-07-02T10:01:00.000-07:002007-07-02T10:10:09.237-07:00last updated13th of October's really a long time ago.when i was 19, still the angsty young man serving his national service. things have changed now and i suppose i really am ready to begin a new chapter in creativity. it suffered a serious burn out for the past few jaded, dementia filled years, but im back for now.nowadays i add something special called 'music' to my poetry. yes. in other words,antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1097681275860352342004-10-13T08:12:00.000-07:002004-10-13T08:27:55.860-07:00othello Undefined, thats how we see this world, i sit and observe the momentous twirl. My eyes pried open it left me pondering, questions to give me clarity, i need a shrink. For on the pellet, all i see is the colour grey, or gray or whatever you call it; how much i say. Everythings going crazy and my words; useless, the mind just wants definition, yet its pointless. ::end:: antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1097134049095232872004-10-07T01:16:00.000-07:002004-10-07T00:27:29.096-07:00 Insert object here: _________ Hello. Goodbye. Dormant as it is, this space has been. Empty. Filled. The shell without a soul is still. Choices. Solutions. Problems. Repeat. ::end::antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1088070554466913122004-06-24T02:37:00.000-07:002004-06-24T02:49:14.466-07:00handicapped Im seen as the armless boy, Obselete like an old toy. That's what they view me as, Nothing more than a pest. Breathing their air callously, Tolerating their animosity. Who's the one with distorted Views? Their prospects long aborted. My one leg helps spread humour, As they laugh, ignoring the tumour. That poisoned their minds, trapped. And yet you say im handicapped. ::end::antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1087372306989286062004-06-16T00:50:00.000-07:002004-06-16T00:51:46.990-07:00bloody long time since my creativity seeped through my head. ive been doing a lot of drawings, just need the technology to put up the drawings here. haha... blind Im blind, i cant see. Ignore me, let me be. I used braille for this, Short poem. It's a bliss. ::end::antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1085749840237030652004-05-28T06:05:00.000-07:002004-05-28T06:10:40.236-07:00enough sappy shit: Hello. This blog was entirely typed by someone who has nothing better to do. Although its undeniable that life's pretty fucked up for this youth, there are better things that can brighten his day. Let the HuMoUr coagulate!!! now!!! in a room, there's a pixie, goblin, fairy, smart-mat and a dumb-mat. in the middle of the toom there's a ruby thats much sought after. Question: antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1084881127983443462004-05-18T04:50:00.000-07:002004-05-18T04:52:07.983-07:00sometimes words cant describe what im imagining right now. weird mirage spinning around, flying planes and dying children. water and air combining into one, this salhqe awhyla ahm aehojeyoh ehdh oejhsh... ::end::antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1084193624614630112004-05-10T05:23:00.000-07:002004-05-10T05:53:44.613-07:00stuck but moving still Still sitting there, eyes seemingly hollow, Void but filled with sands of sorrow. The distance drawing closer, and one lies Awaiting still at his seat yet moving on. Knowing the difference between moving on and Moving is important, to not let it be bland. The life that he knows of is still going on, Reiterating the past as if the future is gone... ::end::antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1083161548946108942004-04-28T07:12:00.000-07:002004-04-28T07:16:44.653-07:00HOLY SHIT ITS BEEN AWHILE SINCE I LAST UPDATTED!!! not much creativity flow.... but here goes: erm... i forgot. : ( ::end::antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1081786998153547942004-04-12T09:23:00.000-07:002004-04-12T09:27:11.843-07:00OH BY THE WAY!! haha.. this is long overdued.. but i'd love to credit the creation of this blogs layout to my lovely BaBy NiNziE!!! haha!! yeah.. ::end::antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1080460091689243842004-03-27T23:48:00.000-08:002004-03-27T23:51:43.920-08:00 finally its done the following essays are written by me, with bad english and uneditted. wrote it for three mornings, around 9am while on the job. just some personal thoughts, and ideas that flow within my head then. enjoy: number 1 My state of norm has always been filled with dark grey clouds and thunder: Happy people are the weirdest lot, personally thats what i feel. Maybe the antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1079011356492753502004-03-11T05:22:00.000-08:002004-03-11T05:25:46.106-08:00people watch out for this space alright? im in the midst of writing a long long essay which i will publish once its done. ::end::antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1077685362013747232004-02-24T21:02:00.000-08:002004-02-24T21:05:30.810-08:00ive been programmed to.. err.. reprogrammed to.. err... programmed to.. err.. ::end::antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1077540105610236092004-02-23T04:37:00.000-08:002004-02-23T04:44:31.560-08:00chances chances are that you might be right about me, that ive been wrong all these while, so leave it be. ive had enough of hiding myself, in this sappy shell, i'd be damned if i stay like this, condemned in hell, honesty to reduce hypocrisy does it ring a bell? all i want is an opportunity to be seen differently, in your eyes. for once theres something called 'maybe'. cant stand being viewedantimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1077207013108997082004-02-19T08:10:00.000-08:002004-02-19T08:12:54.200-08:00amber is the colour of your energy. brainstorm, keep me away from the norm... ive got to tell you something... ::end::antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1076648337925137662004-02-12T20:58:00.000-08:002004-02-12T21:01:29.450-08:00 goblins and gargoyles mythical creatures, thats what they are. if you were to ever personify happiness, i would choose those creatures to represent it. why? because these creatures often form the eye-candy of old monuments and buildings, overlooking the city or town from atop. just like how happiness is like. it overlooks us, but is nothing more than just mere decorations for the soul. its antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1076418530256049952004-02-10T05:08:00.000-08:002004-02-10T05:11:18.763-08:00we move on! yeah! move one! to where? do you know your destination? NO! nobody? anybody? somebody? we're not that smart... yet. we're champions of our own cause!! yeah!! selfishness is in the air!! dont you love it? destroying oneself from the inside and at the same time annihilating others! in an attempt to create euphoria! -office politics- ::end::antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1075897739286989542004-02-04T04:28:00.000-08:002004-02-04T04:34:11.450-08:00angry at them... im not some robot you programmed to do your dirty work! im not someone who is underpaid for reluctantly following instructions! im not somebody who is raised to be a government dog! i hate this shit! you dipshits dump your old stocks at me... im not some show thats exhibited. fuck you and your Alpha company! what, you think its funny to make us puppet soldiers!? shut the fuckantimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1075451444494896132004-01-30T00:30:00.000-08:002004-01-30T00:32:57.310-08:00got myself into trouble when i sent the following out through SMS last night. people we're like telling me not to kill myself: in bed In death theres no tomorrow, but what i can promise is no sorrow. To mourn over this, is to not let it be, may i leave you, no memories of me. ::end::antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1075180535715490182004-01-26T21:15:00.000-08:002004-01-26T21:19:44.043-08:00its been awhile now. something im forced to let go, forms an inspiration for this: the treasure at the end if one looks beyond the edge he would be able to fetch for himself, what fairytales call treasure, lessons from fables. the diffusion of light in day forms a path to lead the way to seek the gold. friendship so faint 'but it is no more' said the rain. beginning of the end from what antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1074571815660335262004-01-19T20:10:00.000-08:002004-01-19T20:12:14.780-08:00 ever? ever sat down and let it all clamp you down? ever thought about your future only to get reminded of your past and spoiling your present moment at the same time? ever wondered why life isnt fair? ever wanted anything to change in your/your loved ones' life? ever is such a word that lasts forever. a word which that allows one to explore the depthless boundaries of the human mind and antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1074491709075308502004-01-18T21:55:00.000-08:002004-01-18T21:57:06.326-08:00 As he peered over his shoulders, everything seemed rather gloomy for him. The past is over, but how it had affected the future was of a much higher concern... ::end::antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1073810022397241752004-01-11T00:33:00.000-08:002004-01-11T00:36:17.080-08:00 Dislocation Ive been programmed, to dislocate, Off to a new location. To serve the country. As a machine, brought up to predicate The fact that im no human, holding no dignity. The world is a stage, the puppeters machinate... im the pawn, broken away from the norms of life. ::end::antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310693.post-1073749712256580952004-01-10T07:48:00.000-08:002004-01-10T07:48:48.276-08:00Mind all geared Up. here it begins... ::end::antimarxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570821572066985482noreply@blogger.com