Deficient

Harness the energy
Shackles on its feet
‘Slow motion pictures
Will raise up the heat.’
Don’t argue with authority
It does you no good
Just play along for now
As though you truly should;
And then when no one is watching
Let out the battle cry
We’ll shock you from behind
Letting the monster out to fly.
Stretch your legs
Move around
In a few minutes
We’ll be off the ground.
Soaring high into the clouds
Never even looking back
Just to see the look of shock…
They just realized what they lack.
Never suffocate it
It’ll break through the chains
Pushing harder with sharper teeth
Ready to heal its aching pains.
Search within to find the creature
Crying from solitude
Left alone with itself
The only distribution of food.
Let it out before it’s too late
It needs to breathe fresh air
Or leave it crying inside

Pushing your body and soul towards despair.

Shoes Optional

I've come across an album on Facebook full of pictures depicting scenes from the most recent wedding in the bay area. Although I don't know the happy couple who just got married, whom I presume are now on a cruise ship heading towards the Caribbean or some tropical, romantic place like that, I happen to recognize a common trend throughout the guests at this event.

The women look amazing, and the men, well, I've seen that tie AND that shirt before. And the two together.

It makes me want to shout at all the men for being so darn annoying sometimes. Don't get uppity that girls take forever to get ready; just be thankful that all you have to do is look through your closet, find a shirt and tie that match reasonably, throw on black pants and a jacket and one of two pairs of shoes, and you're ready to go. Girls on the other hand, can't wear that red dress with the flares at the bottom in the same two year interval, and new shoes are needed for almost every occasion and every style dress because that's just a rule of feminism.

And then the jewelry needs to match, the make-up can't smudge, and the hair needs to be either perfectly straight or perfectly curly. Or both.

In the end, the make-up comes off, the back of that pearl earring gets lost in the cake frosting, and the shoes are taken off because they hurt too much.

Maybe the women should simply emulate the men; who cares about the excess junk, just search through that closet for any old thing and you'll still look twice as decent as the drunken young chap dancing too close to you.