The Mindless

Purpose, reason and meaning. Do we all have it? Do we all even understand them? What they mean, to everyone, to us. How they shape and form us? Where does our humanity lie when we have no reason, no purpose and no meaning?
We make our own. We give ourselves reason, we create our purpose, we mold our meanings.
There is so much unrest, anger, boredom and wonder. I'm from the UK & I live in a big city. You can feel the unease in the air. Sense it in everyone's words. They are on the verge of something catastrophic, we all know change is afoot. We've changed, humanity and mankind has, it's our laws and societies that have become stuck, out of place and misinterpreted. We live lives of fiction. We spend our money on luxuries we are told are the next big thing. We're taught to believe we can achieve anything. Free speech and whatever. It seems damn evident this is not enough. Though what people don't realize is that even if they go out, break a law or two, steal something, it's a temperamental fix. You taste one bite of a large bar of chocolate and if you like it, you'll want more. You'll then want another bar, you'll want more and more until you get sick, until you can't stand it, and then you'll have something else to indulge in, you'll search for it, quest to find that satisfaction. And when you cant and WILL NOT find it you'll be angry, frustrated, upset and down right feel cheated.
It's not a hero we need, it's not an example we need to have made, it's not a wound that will heal. This is a thirst that will not be quenched. This is a hunger than we cannot remedy. Why? Well because these people are not even sure what they do want themselves. They don't know, they can't know, they perhaps never will know. And maybe some of them, know this. You let a domestic dog go free into the wild and they'll search for humans at first, someone to provide for them, to satisfy them, when they can't find that or get that they'll search for it themselves, the ebst way they know how, track and hunt it down, bite and break the neck of their prey, feed that hunger inside of them to last them, just for the night, then the next night they'll be at it again. But that dog will never find what it wants, because it wants what it cannot have because it has crossed that line, it has become something else it's not longer the friendly 'dog' you picture, it's an animal, and it out to try stay alive. When you bring that back inside it doesn't know of the sheer simpleness of the existence, the damn irony of waste and pompousness of luxury.
You want money? You work for it. Or, you steal it, you rob it, you fake it. It's the input, the effort required. You cannot argue that as a species we are lazy, look at what we have invented to keep us on our arse's?  It's even proven, though not understood, that people who stand upright more in their lives live longer. We want simple pleasures, but we are not prepared to do complicated things in order to get them, we've created webs of institutions and infrastructure that has led to many being eclipsed, forgotten about and pushed aside. If you felt that would you sit around until you died?
There is no message, there is no vendetta or motivation. There is only CHAOS.

The Release

Let go. Let loose. Be free. Feel free. Break Free. Soar high.
We are all so restricted. But why? The greatest opposition to our plans, to our dreams and desires is more often than not, ourselves. We hold ourselves back. We stand in our own way. We sabotage ourselves. Fear, regret, hesitation, second though. Sure there's are pretty much evolutionary and taught to us and our minds, but the gift of being such an intelligent species is also a curse.
We doubt.
Doubt ourselves, others, the world. Pessimism? Some would ray they are just being realistic, well how about you be surreal? Unreal? Our age of science and technology has stunted our imagination of what we CAN do, let alone could do. We've lost our motivation to do the unconventional, or perhaps we've lost our nerve.
I'm not calling you a coward or anything, how can I when it's basically been hardwired into our very design and upbringing? It's natural.
But why can't you, you and anyone else, everyone else, just let go...
What a chaotic, dangerous, reckless, stupid, irresponsible thing huh? It'd also be beautiful.
Freedom is a tricky concept of today. Is to be free to live a life with rules and laws that are not your own? Sure it makes living easy and simple for the species that is vastly becoming overcrowded and outgrowing it's entire planet. But is it right? Is it best? Look at yourself, look at anyone, they are unique, they are themselves, and no one will ever come close to being them, not even a twin, nor a clone. They will not live the same life nor will they be the same person. Every tiny insignificant moment of your silly little life will shape you in ways you cannot fathom.
Anarchy? Maybe, but I'm purposing a simple idea nor ideal to have people 'let go' and 'be free'. What I'm purposing is those little victories. Hate your job, quit your job then, that sort of thing. Claiming back some of... our 'soul'.  The Human spirit is such a strong thing, but it's not dedicated, we have to maintain it and fuel it. We've all had days where we would feel we have accomplished nothing, but think of your every breath, your every tiny movement, each word and action carried out, millions of years in the making. You are capable of so much but that doesn't mean the very BASIC things should be overlooked, the fact you're breathing is such a rare thing. Think of the odds of your very being, your entire existence and then breathe, a nice deep slow breath, it could even be your last.
All the sadness and frustration of our lives, the time we spend crying, feeling sorry and regretting, all the time we think about what we've done and the hurt and pain. I'm not saying this time is wasted, not at all. It's what makes us human and what makes us bear the life we lead. To live a life without mistake is to not 'live' at all. Failure is a part of life, it's a design of life, to learn, adapt and grow stronger. But to simply dwell, to simply be all that, to be nothing but... cold and lost, it's a choice, because for however sad and horrific life can be there is that capacity within us all to... let go.
Relish the sense of being lost, take pride in the fact we're so tiny on such a small planet in an ever growing universe. Our world, our reality, remember that it's OURS, and your life is YOURS. No one can control it nor dictate it. You are not the autonomous construct you feel like you are.
Feel the wind and let the thoughts drift away, the emotions holding you down and pinning you to the ground, they can be overcome, they can be bent, even broken. What we see, what we hear, the mind believes. But we have more control of our mind than we give ourselves credit for. The very myth that we only use 10% of our brain capacity. Well think of it like this, we only really use about 10% of our life capacity. Think of all you could do, all you CAN do.
Oblivion, we're drifting at almost uncomprehendable speeds, dwarfed by our surroundings and enveloped in such a darkness. We just don't realise the brightest of our light, each of us.
Despite everything i've said sounding very free live and perhaps even 'hippy' like, thanks for reading upto this point. I don't claim any idea as my own, I don't see why anyone should claim anything. But my ideals and perspective is simply shaped from my own life, how I've lived it up to now and what had occurred within it. I'm not trying to conform to any sort of restricting belief or faith. Nor you so called sciences. My premise is simple, most likely to many it would be horrific and plainly even boring. It's also not my place to share it. How I see things will never be seen the same way again, even if I was cloned or time traveled or had a twin, the tiniest subtle difference would make the entire thing, different. It's why I can say that each and every one of you is beautiful, no matter how you look, what you believe or what you do.
Sorry for getting a bit.. personal. I know I post usually on general ideas, theories and simple thought. So feels odd to... share. I'm the 'bottle it up' "TYPE".
If you take anything away from this rant, it could be this;
Sit back, ease your shoulders and straighten your back, lift your head slightly, close your eyes, breathe in through your nose very slowly and until you can breathe in no more, then just slowly...let it go.

The Debt

Money, our lives revolve around it, unfortunately, hell our lives may have begun because of it. Our parents deciding they are 'earning' enough to support a child. Money haunts our existence before our existence has even began. And what is it? Our species feeble attempt to structure the chaos of simply being here? What would we do without it? What would it be like? Would we survive? Even Post-apocalyptic future that have been pondered and written about in fiction have had a system of 'money'. Water, books, fuel, bottlecaps, women, sex, guns, ammunition, shelter. I could go on. But the fact is this, our species cannot exist without this barter and transfer of 'goods' something beneficial, rare and/or 'different'. We cannot purchase something or even DO something for someone else without thinking of the 'cost benefit'. How does our good deeds relate into something we can get something out of? How shallow of a society we have. Rare, extremely rare, to find someone who is willing to give, or do something for someone else without expecting, demanding or wanting something return. 'Scratch my back i'll scratch yours'. I'm not saying it does not work, look where we are today. Our cities and culture, medicine and technology. But where would be if we all just live and did things for the sake of doing them? The fact we can?
 We're lazy, there's no doubting that fact, you can try redeem yourself right now with thoughts of exercise, gym memberships, jobs and hours of sleep, but you are. Sorry to burst that fragile bubble of belief there, but it's not like I pull my punches I'm afraid. We work, for ourselves, to fund ourselves, our dreams our families and those closest to us. We torture ourselves so we can claim some satisfaction in some 'luxury'. Even the brightest star fades. No matter the currency, it will burn. We lay down our lives, we waste our time and we destroy others for what most would believe as 'paper'.
 I can't help but feel a tang of reminder in my brain at the cliche of Fight Club right now, and I know that will deter some of you from even reading on from this point. But to erase the debt records, to start anew, fresh and without weight of money on our shoulders that we do not even own. Can we be free? We'd all love to be bit more Tyler Durden.
 But perhaps that is the point, there is no Tyler Durden, there is no currency or debt. It is a construction of an over imaginative human intellect desperately trying to justify the existence of itself in a reality that would, in all probability, do better without it. Our self importance, the pedestal we made ourselves, though well founded and weighed down, will topple. We've already seen fringes of a culture hell bent on the destruction of this so called 'order'. It's not too far off of becoming a religion.
 The human race will do their damnedest to hold onto the world it has created for itself. But even from before we we're 'human' this world was never meant to be ours. We stole it. We shaped it. In all likelihood it will be us that will also destroy it. Out of our great empires of dirt and air there will come a dawn of a new age. Perhaps not even including the human. See we think history and the universe will not function without us, that ol' 'if a tree falls in the forest with no one to hear it, does it still make a sound?' The universe, reality and dimension got on fine without us before and it'll continue without us if it needs to. Come to think of it, we're a danger not only ourselves, but the entirety of what we know and ultimately, don't know.

The Difference

We fear, we fear what we do not understand, that fear can lead to a great many things. Hatred, jealousy, rage, envy, aggression, etc. As human being we have this thirst and pure desire to 'know'. To understand. If many of us had our way I'm sure we'd do everything we could to know 'everything'. And that would still not be enough. A very human thing is to want answers, to need them, to make sense and rationalize something which perplexes us. It's rare we are content to 'not know' and let that which we do not understand be. It may have gotten our race to where it is today, but today is different. Today and for some time now, we have been evolved to a state that doesn't seem... conquerable. I don't mean to say that what we are now is the perfect being, far from it. I don't believe thats within our capacity at any rate. There is more honor today in the animal world than our own. If I had to say what we have become is something less than human. We are so desensitivedsed, out of touch and distant. We've lost so much compassion and understanding. Today is all about destroying, destroying in order to understand. To know. Mystery seems to be feared. Mystery is endangered, if not extinct. Go into space and look back down and see for yourself, we hate not knowing and not being able to control so much we've lit up the dark side of the earth. Perhaps it's the sense that in the darkness we'll see true. See what we are and what we've become. There is an irrational fear of the dark beset in most, if not all of us. Safe to say that this was because we did not know what lurked in it, for our own bodily sense we could not 'see' and find comfort in a blackened world. But now, today. I think what we fear most in the dark is ourselves. Afraid to even be ashamed. Taught to be proud and 'live life'. Honor is no more, chivalry dead, pure good nature is now just... nature.
 Take myth, legend and folklore. We've done all we can to PROVE and DISPROVE fantastical things which had us hope and dream. There is an epic sense of boredom, not just in our culture but in our species. Take a look around at what we have done for ourselves. There is and can be so much more to us, so much potential and wonder. Seems we're just too lazy and confined to be 'realistic'. Realism today seems to be a echo of pessimism.
 So many people are doing and dedicating their lives into fitting in this lore of society, this some what ever changing world, ever changing due to the fact it does not exist, a shakey illusion in to which our species is becoming fixated and consumed by. We are all so desperate to be accepted, to be recognised and acknowledged. Yet it seems we can't even do that when we look into a mirror. What hope have we to do that in a limp lie?
 We're stuck, in every sense of the word.

The Future

Somehow we all wish would could change something, we all wonder what it'd be like to go back and alter our history, make that 'other' decision. Change history. So much so I think most of us forget that we can do just that with this moment right now. We can change history, the history that was just that second ago. We can shape and determine our futures, choose our paths and walk the road(s) we choose. We all seem to believe that to change our history would make for a better today, when we have the power and will to do just that, have a better today, because today, today you can do anything you want. With relative ease and comfort. Now I know in an ideal world money wouldn't be object or restraint. But in this confusing and limitation based world... it sadly is. Though this doesn't bring our dreams to a full stop, not when we have imagination. We have choice and decision, ours to control and make.
 The world, and no doubt our lives, are full of 'what if's?'. But surely it's so much more constructive to consider 'what next?' We all have these thoughts, these considerations and wonders, sheer imagination running wild and being free. And sometimes we just keep it to ourselves, probably more than sometimes, especially in today's world. Though these thoughts of ours, entirely unique don't get me wrong, but they have recurrent themes within every person's thoughts. We are all human and we all have the same capabilities and ideas of wondrous things. We feel so out of place and often, out of time, in a world where we are becoming more and more surrounded by... others. Despite the world's space lacking and lacking, more and more of us are growing ever so distant and far. Why? Why have we lost our connections, our thirst to make one and sustain, why do we feel so alone in a crowded room?
There's nothing wrong with these feelings, these feelings make us human, make us who we are and make us unique, you may not feel them yourself, but don't believe you're missing out on anything by any means. Throughout my rants, raves and pretty much... bullshit philosophies, I'm simply stating my own opinion and thoughts from my rationale and my point of view, my perspective. I'm not saying it's right, I certainly don't believe it to be. But it's a POV, an opinion, a determination and quite the assumption(s), something to cherish, because that is what we are beautifully capable of. Opinion. Such a troublesome thing despite it's mystery, or maybe because of it. Like our faces and our bodies it is unique and different for one and all. Mostly we're creatures of habit and learning, understanding and routine. Knowing what we know is our comfort, when these become besieged by the society, by culture and conformism is when we doubt ourselves, how we look and how we see and think of the world. Thinking ourselves to be wrong... despite the fact that with opinion... with choice... you're never wrong. It's your own decision(s) to even determine if you are in the first place, let alone whether you should feel it or not.
 Decisions, they are yours to make, could be the worst thing to do with them is... not make them. Chance and freewill are such underplayed and unappreciated things sometimes.
 Appreciation; such a underused and unconsidered thing. Means so much to so many but it is so overlooked. To know you're helpful, to know you're deserving, to be appreciated, is a beautiful thing and wondrous feeling. That we only really take notice of when we have it. Doesn't seem like much when it's not there but it's so cherished when it is. So why not make it more aware and evident?

The Broken

Everyone has this need, this unknowing default setting, where we keep secrets, we don't tell other's things, we shy away from what there is, what needs to be done and said.
You can't exactly argue that secrets 'appear' to be effective. Whole governments and countries seem to be fed and raised on them. But where is the line drawn? Can there be a 'good' lie? People keep things from others with one reason in mind more than others; to protect them. Have to ask yourself though, is it them you are protecting, or yourself?
You all think there's something wrong with you in some form or shape, you all think you're not good enough, far from perfect and simply not good enough. How about you consider, you simply think, you are what you are. You're you. In all your beauty and wonder. You are yourself. Don't deny, don't dispute, don't argue or complain, don't worry, fret or be concerned that you are not more. BE YOURSELF, it's all you can be. It's all there is, to be you is be great, to be true and just, to be right and satisfied. Society, friends, peers and strangers can hate and despise, judge and criticize. With no right. But thats their own damn opinion, opinion, opinion generally only matters to one, you. What you think is what you know. If you think you are, you will be.
You sacrifice all you want for beauty, perfection, looks and desires, all you'll get is hollowness.

I know as I write these words that they will have little if not absolutely no impact on the world, on anyone. these are just my words. Just my crappy little notions, but that, that's me being me, i'm writing out my opinion, i'm expressing and digressing. I don't consider myself to be perfect in any shape or form, if anything i'm the polar opposite, but then that itself is a term and conduct of which others and society has put upon me. I'm me, in all my glory and all my weakness. I'm human. Humanity, it's forgetting, it's pretty much forgot, that... that's what it is. I'm so angry, so goddamn angry. At myself, at you, hell at everyone. And it's beautiful. Because thats what you need, that's what's great about being a member of mankind, that RAGE you feel when someone does wrong or thinks something else. The simple intensity of your beliefs and your thoughts. Solidifying the uniqueness and the miracle of our very existence. To be you is more than I can express in words (Yes I'm speechless).

Be true to you.

The Strength

What if we had everything we could ever want, what if we had it all, but someone else, others, had nothing? Who are those out there that will and do sacrifice their want's, their happiness and their safety, for ours?
People have said heroism is being able to hold on and endure that one moment longer. Or to be able to dive into a situation for someone else's benefit, disregarding your own life. But surely it can be as simple as... giving something up. Making a sacrifice. Being selfless.
We need to be selfish in life in order to maintain, in order to be able to live and keep going in everyday circumstance. But it seems selfishness has gone too far and we hold it too dear. It's too comfortable for most. People are so afraid of what they don't know, what they don't understand and believe to be 'real'. Selflessness is an attribute of heroes, a rare thing at that. People think it takes some great victory or occurrence to feel and BE a hero. It's everyday living that should be seen as the greatest victory. I've said before that we're 'lucky' to even exist. We're all heroes of our own lives.
 I think to have everything you could ever want is... a nightmare. What more is there left to dream about? What more is there to strive and drive for? Why would you need to even get out of bed on a morning?

"There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other, is getting it."

The List

We all have those things we want to do before we die. The dreams to live, the lives to be fulfilled. Those loose ends made right. There's something we all aspire to do, or be. Some of us try harder than others, but there's nothing wrong with that. To simply try is a wondrous thing. To be able to say to yourself, I WILL, then do it. It's becoming a myth almost, to do what you say you will. In the highest forms of 'promises', we're let down, deceived, hopes shattered. Our governments, the higher powers, give us their word they'll do everything they can for certain things, once we give them the power, it's rare we see the fruition of this. I think this has diluted down into the very fabric of our society, the way things now 'work'. Lies become all we know, all we breathe, all we are.
 You can lie to someone's face, you can lie to a group of people, you can live to pretty much everything. The one that will hurt most, the one that will trip you up and maybe just tread on you a bit also, will be the lie(s) you tell yourself. It's one thing to deny your nature, but to willing, knowingly, shamelessly, deceive yourself. Well it's where the identity becomes blurred and the mind fractured.
 In a chaotic world, in troubling times, in daunting situations, we do what we can to make sense, to make do, to live and thrive. To do lists, bucket lists, even shopping lists. It seems, we all realize now, that our lives, even our species, will be a small speck on the story of time. A mild hiccup in the stretch of the universe. And somehow, someway, it's made us less appreciative. And I'm not sure why. We all know, maybe not fully, but somewhat, that our lives are short and the time we have to play with tiny. Yet we don't all push to do more, to get more done, to do better and good, to have fun and smile. Perhaps it's humanities need for some level of narcissism, that idea, that we are unique and important, perhaps it seems the world is just at a point where everyday we're put down, saddened and overwhelmed. Seems to be one good news story for every 50 bad and horrific ones. Our love of drama and terror besieging our reflection. We deny ourselves beauty, the ability to smile and laugh at yourself, that feeling of joy spreading through your body, tingling your limbs and tickling your fingers and toes.
 I don't think there's any denying that we are becoming bitter, becoming quite sour as a populous. We all apparently have so much anger to put somewhere, to do something with, and some of us are ready to dispel that so easily. It's that what's so frightening, so overwhelmingly shameful and eye opening about humanity. Give someone a gun and watch them fire at someone, give them some water and watch them horde it.
 We all forget, we all are loosing that ideal, the simple notion and thought, that, well, it's not exactly perfect, but it's what we have, it's what we get. As pessimistic as I, myself am. I do believe people can be so much more. However meaningless and purposeless life, and existence is... It can also be so much more. You want meaning? Give yourself one. You want a reason? Make one. You want purpose? Find one. Don't expect to lead a great life if you're not willing to go out there and MAKE it a great life. To simple try, to actually DO something to get closer to it. It's more than most people do.

The Glory

We all want something, it's said we all have our price. That maybe true. Reading that you're imagining what it is you want, what you'd give. Trade and barter with in order to get your desire.
Our lives are built upon the notion we are doing, living and being for something more, for something greater and more... meaningful perhaps. We all try to make our lives into something 'purposeful'. Quests for peace, for fortune and fame.
The world is so angry, people are so hostile. Everyone's searching for something more, something better, a light, a glimmer of hope in the overwhelming and daunting darkness of simply existing. I physically hate this world for what it is. There's no escaping it. I detest what we are, what we do. The frivolous actions of society, mending a broken system built upon lies and deceptions, hiding the chaos and the destruction underneath us all. I have nothing against this need and necessity for having more, for believing in more, for faith in better. I know how scary and how simply heart tearing it is to have no meaning, no purpose or existence. Because that is what life is. It's nothing.
You'd call me a pessimist of even a manic depressive, mentally problemed and in all likelihood sociopathic. But my outlook on life is simple, it's effective. I don't believe you can't MAKE something of life. The only purpose you'll get out of life is what you put into it, the only meaning you'll have is what you impose onto it. Reason to live is your choice, your control and question to answer. You shouldn't expect your life to be lived for you, because it will never happen. The only person who will have any weight and responsibility for your life is you. It's your freewill and actions which make your life something.

 A great person once said "live, or die. but don't poison everything".

We all take our little victories from life, getting through the day, finishing a small puzzle, resisting that one more piece of chocolate. These are things that are so overlooked, you all believe them to be trivial, but they couldn't be more beautiful. That small little consequence of your sheer will and power of self is stunning and you should give it more worth, more weight. We've all been told at one point or another to look at the 'big picture'. But you know what makes that big picture oh so much more beautiful? The details, those little 'insignificant' things, small happenstance occurrences which will make that picture truly awe inspiring. The urge, the need, the thirst to live is simply delightful.
That sunset, that handmade card, that little post-it note, the plant on the windowsill, that scent of a place, the shine of a light. Our lives are filled with gorgeous moments we would love to share with so many people, but we have to realise, everyone experiences something beautiful, no matter how infinitesimal, the small, the big, the trivial, the serious.

We're all spinning at a phenomenal speed, but how about you stop, just occasionally, stop, and think.

The Music

Everything is beautiful, it's the fact everything is beautiful that we take most things for granted. It's only when we receive a reminder and a shock, that we realise, that we are able to see, clearly.
Think of everyone in the world, and what odds, what sheer overwhelming chances were stacked against them in order to simply... exist. And then think about what so called great people have done, invented, thought, wondered, prevailed and failed. Stack those chances on top of the miracle of sheer being, what we have then is some staggeringly monumental beauties that were born out of unbelievable circumstances. You may argue that because it COULD happen it WILL happen. Well, that may be true, but it all doesn't happen at once in the same scale nor order.
The first girl I had a crush on was named Natalie, and she made me feel so... nervous. Like I was a fizzy drink that had been shook up too much and was fit to burst at any moment. It was scary, it was terrifying, it was beautiful. To feel something new, to be surprised by yourself just once more is something of overwhelming and incredibly refreshing revelation. To know, not just think, to know that there is so much more than just... you. We're all selfish beings and we're all a little bit narcissistic but thats human nature. Thats how we are born and bred.  It's what happens after we're born that starts to really shape the world, and I say that in the sense that every single life on this planet will have an effect. Everything makes a ripple, regardless of its size, it still spreads across the ocean, the sheer vastness of our societies on this tiny little rock. You could live for nothing, you could feel like an utter ghost, a fleeting lost soul, but your life, your life will have been nothing but miraculous. The odds of you being born are huge, then add on the odd's of you being alive, add the fact you're still alive, then... the fact you're reading this... well in mathematics terms... I imagine it's a large number indeed.
I don't believe in luck, nor fate, destiny of anything. I believe, well, I guess i believe, what can be, is what will be, at one time or another. We live in this world, but there are so many different worlds, perhaps even with different you and me's living on them. Alternative universes and parallel worlds. Just imagine that for every choice you made, the choice you DIDN'T make then spawned another world in a different dimension where you made the other choice, and your life leads on from there. Take into account how many different choices you make in one day, then how many choices EVERYONE makes in one day and have done in the past, are doing now, and will do. That's a lot of worlds and a lot of choices made, being made and to be decided.

The Stickers

A number of you will be receiving some stickers, and a number of you will be viewing this blog BECAUSE you received these stickers. The stickers being 'THIS IS A MORAL FREE ZONE' sign, in sticker form. These stickers are to be placed at the discretion of whoever may have the sticker(s). All I ask is that you send me photos of where you have stuck the said stickers, so I can begin a collection of images cataloguing where and how people have used the stickers. Everyone will be credited to however much they desire. It is you that will make this project work. So I thank you now and i'll thank you many times to come also. Hopefully I will be sent enough images in order to create an extensive and expansive book and also blog which will be monitored and established by me, but it will be through the participation and interaction of you that will get it going, keep it going, and make it strong.
I do have a limited number of stickers, though I can always obtain more. I'm asking for no money from people to send these stickers out to. All I really want in return is some images documenting how the stickers were used. In this respect I believe i've opened it up to many more people. It iss at my own cost, which i believe is only fair as I am the artist and I'm asking YOU to go out and use the stickers, essentially do at least half the work.... Hopefully you wont be arrested, fined or apprehended trying to stick them where ever you see fit. Not Condoning the use of the sticker in unlawful ways... but I certainly can't and wont stop you. That sort of defeats the intention of the stickers themselves. They are to use to say something about a space and the place they are stuck. Their use and intentional meaning is something you have power over. You can choose to tell me why you stuck them in a certain place or not. Maybe funny, maybe questionable, maybe political. Your Choice. I'm simply supplying the stickers to use how you wish. To say what you want to say. I hope you enjoy the stickers and their usage. I'll certainly enjoy and appreciate any and all the images you send me.
Have fun, take care & remember, Art is yours to say what you want to say.

The Doubt

What if?
Those two words can define your life, they can summarize an entire generation. They can change the world.
It's amazing how many words we speak, how many meanings they can have and just what we will say in order to change things.
Though what is done, is done. Words can't change that but maybe they can shift what is thought to have been done. Alter perceptions and change the history books. Thats the thing with life, we can share it with so many people and have one that is so special to us and that we share are all with, but they will never know the full picture. Perhaps we can't even ever know the full picture of ourselves. Our eyes can be so deceptive. Our opinions so misconstrued. Stories and fables, tall tales and fairytales.
Our lies will slowly consume us, our insecurities will frame us and the deceit will define us.
There is no redemption in our day and age where our horror stories and our acts of terror are portrayed more and more than the greatness of our capabilities as human beings.
The legacies and memories we leave behind will remain, but not for long. Even the lives we lead are infinitesimal in terms of what has, what is and what will be.  Not too much of a stretch to compare us to a spec of dust. Even that is quite generous.
This world is full of scary people, frightening what some people do, horrendous what some few do. But something 'the rest' of us fail to realise is, we all have the capacity to do the exact same, and actually even worse.

Lies and deceit seem to shape this world. The Truth seems to just break down and damage the world 'we' have created. Our legacies will be the fables and stories of our lives, constructed and fabricated. Misfortune & Doubt turn this world into a uneasy and very temporary place.
The sense of loss and disorientation in a world built on shaken ground that abides to strict laws that just unshape the world as it is, it's a feeling that transfixes us all at some point, more than others in some. The sense of law and order is a great misdeed to how we COULD live our lives, not saying we should, but then again why not?
There seems to be a serious lacking in living, the world is vastly over populated with our species, just imagine if we were viewed as an infestation? A higher governing power in the universe could put up a big tent around the planet and fumigate us all. They'd have great right to from what we have done to this planet, our great misuse and disrespect for the only home we have.
This ever enhancing and developing that seems to be define the richest of countries deprives them of a unique and treasured ideal, the sense of honor. It is without doubt lost in the society of today and the shaping of the future. We have no respect for ourselves anymore as in such we have lost all hope for everyone around us. The modern man starts to reflect all the hatred and spite in the world and mirrors it onto others and the infection begins. Chivalry, respect, honor, loyalty, worth, they are becoming long forgotten.
The pressures of everyday life today is often too much for many to handle, we are all supposed to make a reason and purpose for ourselves in a time where the big machine should be maintained and lay down your sacrifices for. We're creating something gaudy and empty. Our lives have become a commodity and our individuality has become expendable. Everything is expected and contingency plans in place just should the worse happen. Well now whats wrong with the worst happening? Surely some sense of destruction and threat is good, healthy, it gets you going and keeps you strong. Sheltering away and letting the world spin in its dumb pride is just irresponsible, letting the 'man' dwell in its selfish, glutton filled greed. It showers our every move now days, we want what we can't have, then when we get what we want, we no longer want it no more. Something better, bigger, flashier and smarter emerges. We're taught to love the new and accept with open arms the dreams and words of others, people we don't even know. We're lulled into a state where our defenses are not just lowered, they are annihilated completely and we cannot fight against the hypnotic, suggestiveness of everyday living.
We all feel far too safe.
Pain, a good pose of pain will get the cobwebs dusted and the muscles refreshed.
Anything, everything, needn't be a pursuit of something bigger. A belief in better. A far too common thought is that something will come to us or that fate will bring along something good to us. Well the world is not a good place, the global consensus of what makes the world spin is far too dark a place to imagine. Needless deaths ending even more needless lives. There was a time when every life was a miracle, what changed? 

The Last

What if the last words you ever spoke to someone, was infact the last words, you ever spoke?
What would they be and what would you think about them? How would you feel if they were something horrific and hurtful? Or beautiful and majestic perhaps.
Think about your loved ones and the last things you said to them. What if you never saw them again, what would those last words you exchange be, they'd haunt you for rest of your life no matter what they would be.
I think this simple notion is lost on us today. We live our lives not even expecting death sometimes. When it happens in every second of every moment. Hell upto now, you reading this, approx 100 people will have died, some from disease, some from old age, some from accidents, perhaps even some from murder. Too many people respect themselves so much they forget and maybe have no respect left for anyone else. It's all well and good to look out for number one. But hell if we all did that all of the time... well I bet there would be a sharp decrease in our numbers.
We fail to realise that the people we pass on the street, the people we see in bars and coffee houses, the people we see driving their cars, the people on the bus, the people who clean up after us, well, we forget that they are infact... people.
Everyone looses people close to them, we cling onto the best we can to all those around us, to all those we hold dear, but we can't. No matter how hard our grip and how enduring our strength is, we will loose them, we will loose them all. We never take the time to fully respect them or thank them for all they have done and all they are and then when we want to say it most, they aren't around to listen.
We try so hard to make people happy, to make ourselves happy and to be strong. We do all we can to make an impression, to be something people can be proud of. Most of us fail, spectacularly. But that doesn't make us anymore or any less than anyone else.
Today. right now. It's... an odd time. It's a time when you can see something so old being paired upto or placed next to or related to something so new and cutting edge. Our time is confusing because it seems... everything has been done before and we're just borrowing different aspects from the past.
Everything has been done before, but everything hasn't been done by YOU before. So you, you can do anything.

The Opportunity

What, if you could, would you do, in order to live forever? What price would you pay and what hurt would you inflict?
What are the limits you would push and even transcend, just to survive?
What lies in the heart is dark and what the mind seems to block out is even darker. We all have the audacity and the ferociousness, you can deny you're animalistic and carnivorous nature all you like, but we, like all beings of this earth, are animals. You strip away the fabrications of society, of conformity and obedience and you are left with a harsher world than what you know. "Dog eat Dog" does not begin to cover the sheer horrors, I, you, and everyone out there is able to do. That some, do infact do. Some of these people us 'normal' fail to 'understand'.
You may think I'm talking only about the bad here but I'm not. "It's only after we've lost everything that we are free to do anything" Is this true? Surely, some of you, maybe even all of you, would be curious to find out what it is like to indeed be someone else. What many of us fail to realise is that we are infact ALSO that someone else. The eternal devil on one shoulder and the angel on the other, Ying & Yang, Good & Bad, The Hero & the Villain. It is the balance of this that can contribute to a whole human being. Most would think there is never an ALL bad, or an ALL good person out there, but what if there was. Does this need to deny this possibility reflect into our jealous envious nature and how we can never be happy with what we have and always want for more. Are we bred of consumerism, are we children of a never ending lust for more and more, whether that be knowledge, time, money, love.
 What is it we need though? What if anything is necessary?
Take for instance the Dropsophila Melanogaster, AKA, 'The common Fruit Fly'. At most, apparently, a lifespan of 30 days. Imagine if your life was that short, imagine what you'd do, and if you could infact do it, what would do your aims, your drive, your passion(s), what would be your rationale? Does order and integrity, morality and chance, happenstance and consequences become forgotten in the times of dire circumstance and situation? Or is even the threat of death no excuse? Is the fear of annihilation a reason to loose yourself? To loose what it is that makes you so... 'human'?
 I myself use death as a ploy to inter the morality of you, of your surroundings and your time. The looming of destruction brings out the worst in us, doesn't it? It is arguable that the same could be said for money, fame, sex, chance, opportunity. Look at X-factor and all the other shows of the like, if you added a fight to the death to the mix it'd most likely still get the masses queuing up for a chance to be on TV. It seems the fabled "15 Minutes of Fame" we were all apparently due in our lives has now become a Quest for even just 5 seconds.

 Can you tell me, or rather, can you tell yourself. That you wouldn't do something drastic for an apparent "once in a lifetime" chance/opportunity? Even if that something drastic was even a crime, a horror, an act of destruction? How far would you go for yourself?
Where would you draw the line?
That's the funny thing about lines, they're like marks in the sand, they'll either be blown away slowly or taken all at once by the waves.

The Boundaries

I understand that in the world, there is a line, a definite line. Real, Unreal.
This is the core of how we interact and experience life. There are some where this 'line' is disillusioned and misconstrued. We treat them in our prisons and in our mental facilities, mostly.
Now lets think about you, surely a sane minded, down to earth and sure of what they know person. But, what if i could make you think differently?
What happened if something thoroughly impossible in your opinion, happened in front of your very eyes? I'm not speaking about illusion and magic, but maybe I should.