Throughout history, we have read from countless lippy critics that a character at one point, 'tempts' fate. A vast amount of people don't have the fortitude to conquer fate. Although hopeless quantities of beings fight the twins called Destiny and Fate, many fail in their quest to alter something that is inevitably predetermined. In they end, they sulk away trying to devise excuses as to why they lost to Lady Luck.
Many people believe in destiny, be it fate, karma, Moira, kismet, chance, luck, or fortune. They all have the same pseudonym. Righteously so, I would like to ask who came to the conclusion eons ago that Destiny alone can decree the cause of events to befall a person before they actually happen, and why this fate is stubborn enough to remain unchanged despite our efforts. Although a myriad of mankind accredit this unknown ultimate agency by which the order of things are presumably prescribed, I disbelieve this chaps prophetic declarations. I don't need some oracle telling me I'm going to fall in love with some "tall, dark, and handsome man", or that I'm going to "meet my end in a few days in an utterly gruesome way". No, thats just a load of crap from a bunch of gypsies trying to earn a few more coins on top of the many they've probably already pick-pocketed from you. Never trust those decrepit fortune tellers with their curtain-coats and basket-ball sized hoop earrings. Haven't you ever wondered why there are lottery numbers on the back of the slips of paper inside a fortune cookie? Its all a conspiracy!! So run while you can!
Now to put it plain and simple, my karma ran over your dogma, and thats all there is to it!
~Chiko
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night?
Thou art more cruelly conceited than I.
Selfish lacking thoughts bring plenty of fright.
And winters grasp hath been much too awry.
Too cold the empty heart of Hell shall beat.
And frequently his raging pulse hath seized.
With games, fair is fair, despite those who cheat.
Easily are those who hate much displeased.
Thy eternal winter sky remains dull.
Devoid of summer colors that shone bright.
Leave death to dig in thy dead hollow skull.
Then time alone shall forge an ugly sight.
So long as thou act like kings on their throne,
For all sins, at times end, thou shall atone.
A poem I wrote a few months prior.
~Chiko<3
Have you ever been in the middle of making a drastic decision and a little guy in the back of your mind pops up and says: "Hey. Hey you, what ya doing? You REALLY sure you should do that...?". That voice, which never goes away. That voice thats always contradicting everything you say. That voice that always gives you second thoughts. The voice that never shuts up when you want him to. Have you ever stopped to talk to him?
Like really, its a great way to pass time. And he's a nice guy. I'm sure we can all closely relate to that fellow who's relaxing in his Lazy-Boy chair in a distant crevice of our mind. Sure, some people might make fun of you for divulging your soliloquies, but thats only because they can hear you, since you're rambling aloud. But if you talk to that Jimney Cricket, with his little cane and top hat, they'll never know!
Anyhow, take a moment to envision this, really think about it. If talking aloud when no one is around(or listening particularly to you,) is considered talking to yourself, isn't thinking the same as talking to yourself, minus the mouth movement and vocation of mumble jumble? Pretty freaky, eh? Thinking is just the same as talking to yourself. Now, you say that conversing with that voice in your head isn't talking to yourself. What if I told you that voice is just your alter ego? NOW what are you going to do? I hope I just didn't pop your bubble and that your world doesn't come crashing down around you. Cause that would be considered a shame, but all in all, that'd be pretty funny. Nah, I'm just joking, about your world crashing down being funny, not that your voice is the reincarnation of your other half.
Allegedly, I have provided you some fuel for thought. Enjoy!
~Chiko.
People. People people people... I don't like people. They're stupid, plain and simply put. If you spare a moment to think about it, no one now a days thinks for themselves. Imagination is a word in a book that sits on a shelf in most remote region of a library gathering dust. At school, the student body is so uptight and judgmental of each other. If you're not following the latest fashion trends, or if you're not up to date on the most stylized language slangs, you are predestined to live a should-be-normal high school life, completely shunned.
Despite the uniform agreement on the "in" trends, people are unbelievably and detestably indecisive. They can not make up their mind to save their pitiful lives. All in all, school is just another hell-hole filled with a bunch of stuck-up, prissy beotches and even more cut-throat, muscle-craving jocks. Now let loose your verbal abuse, if you so desire to do so, about my condescending ways of speech, but each to their own is entitled their say.
Then again, there are the sparse few people who are genuinely kind and honest, but attempting to locate them is like trying to find a needle in a haystack, but instead of a hay stack, you have yourself a swarm of media controlled students. Very fun, right? I think not.
Now take a moment to step back, sit down and relax if you will, and look at the larger picture. Its like the whole world has been brain washed by the media. And who is the media controlled by? The government, and other assorted, overly rich corporate companies. The government decided long ago that they don't like imagination, it lets people act too freely. They wanted control, the public liked the media. Control the media, and you control the people. Thats what the government did. We've been brainwashed. Wake up! Come forth from the rabbits hole and into the world. Although, be it as I might, I'm preaching to the choir.
I do not conform to uniformity! Freaks rule the world!
Neurotically Yours,
~Chiko.
P.S. Worship Kirby! <('-'<)
Welcome to all that happen to come across my page of rants and theories. Over time, and not without experience when it comes to writing blogs, I have concluded that every well proposed rant needs a proper introduction and an outroduction, so to speak. Well I'm Chiko. Not really, but thats what people call me. I rant to pass time and show my thoughts and opinions of daily annoyances that stick in the back of my mind. Its always a good thing to take note of the little things in life. Makes everything just that much more enjoyable to a bored intellectual. So there you have it. A little snippet of my life. Enjoy!
Inevitably yours,
~Chiko.
Many people believe in destiny, be it fate, karma, Moira, kismet, chance, luck, or fortune. They all have the same pseudonym. Righteously so, I would like to ask who came to the conclusion eons ago that Destiny alone can decree the cause of events to befall a person before they actually happen, and why this fate is stubborn enough to remain unchanged despite our efforts. Although a myriad of mankind accredit this unknown ultimate agency by which the order of things are presumably prescribed, I disbelieve this chaps prophetic declarations. I don't need some oracle telling me I'm going to fall in love with some "tall, dark, and handsome man", or that I'm going to "meet my end in a few days in an utterly gruesome way". No, thats just a load of crap from a bunch of gypsies trying to earn a few more coins on top of the many they've probably already pick-pocketed from you. Never trust those decrepit fortune tellers with their curtain-coats and basket-ball sized hoop earrings. Haven't you ever wondered why there are lottery numbers on the back of the slips of paper inside a fortune cookie? Its all a conspiracy!! So run while you can!
