About Me
If I break it I will not have anything left to play with.
Push the envelope, watch it bend.
Think for yourself and question authority.
"What we call chaos is just patterns we haven't recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can't decipher. What we can't understand we call nonsense. What we can't read we call gibberish. There is no free will. There are no variables. There is only the inevitable." - Chuck Palahniuk
According lecture, entire effort United States to incite desire, inflict want, inspire demand. Every today American vermin offered too many object for acquire. Offered too numerous formula for succeed. Too vast selection religion, vocation, lifestyle. No ever able make choice. Resulting outcome no happiness, forever striving pursuit next object. Next possession or experience or reproductive mate.
Sometimes I feel so alone,
I just don't know, feels like I been down this road before,
so lonely and cold, it's like something takes over me,
soon as I go home and close the door,
kinda feels like deja vu, I wanna get away from this place I do,
but I cant and I wont say I tried but I know that's a lie cuz I don't
and why I just don't know.....
Here comes the rain and thunder now. Nowhere to run, to run to now. I've disappeared, don't wonder how. Looking for me? I'm underground.
I was dreamin' when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray. But when I woke up this mornin' could have sworn it was judgment day. The sky was all purple, there were people runnin' everywhere. Tryin' to run from the destruction, you know I didn't even care.
Yeah, I just quoted Prince, get some. I have this urge to run away and forget everything, to completely start over. I find it to be exciting. I'll never be able to get that escape, I can't even delete all the stuff that I've previously written about myself. I can accept that. Even if I ran away I still wouldn't be able to give everyone up. I wouldn't be able to escape and that's okay. You can't get anywhere if you choose to hide, what you have to do is make an active attempt to change and improve.
Science H. Logic! Ya'll know me still the same ol' G, but I been low key. Let me introduce myself, let me introduce my bad self. I am Joe's broken heart. The name is Lee. The Lee, Mister Lee, Leecif, Lee Muther Fuckin' Whitener, Lee-son, Leeler, Lemur, Leefinger, Leeward, THE MOST OUTRAGEOUS/COOLEST/AWESOMEST/FANTASTIC/TERRIFIC/KICK-ASS/MUT
HAFUCKIN'
Lee , Lee-Lee, The Man, Bitch...the list goes on and on, whichever you pick I am still the same. I strongly disfavor being called a "citizen." It ain't a party without me. Music is key, without it I wouldn't be who I am. I am a person, and more. No one truely understands me. At times I tend to have a short temper. I am passive, not by nature, by choice. I am a thinker, a doer, a cuddler, a rebel, a comedian, a painter, a writer, an asshole, a sweetheart, a gentlemen, a genius, a giver, a lover, a charmer, a mad man and a loser. You pick. I am a nice guy. Nice guys finish last. I love electronic music, a lot. I love fucking with people and making them feel awkward. I greatly enjoy helping people out in anyway, it just gives me a sense of worth... like I actually have some purpose in life. I find pleasure in making others happy. I am the person that people come to when they are angry or lonely. Last resort? No, I just listen. I am a people person. I can get along with pretty much anyone. ANYONE. That is if I want to. I can be the brightest, or darkest, person that you have ever had the pleasure to meet. I enjoy cleaning. I enjoy cleaning cars the most. I actually find it to be quite odd. I love to wander around. Wonder in and wander out. I love adventures, they are my life. My honesty and optimism outshines the sun. Don't think so? Try me. Help me get away from myself. I am here to improve your life in one way or another, you just don't know it yet. I love yer face. Believe it or not, but I am in fact not that fond of myself...whatsoever. What's the matter with me? I don't know. Fuck yes. I am here to shake things up and one day I will. As of now I'm biding my time until things improve for myself. At this time I sum myself up as wasted potential. I'm eclectic and not very picky at all, so such qualities make me an easy person to please. I just might be a little too honest. I consider that to be a good thing. I am a very nice person, but I'll give no mercy when I'm pushed. I'll give anyone a chance. Friendship is a two-way process, although I'm not going to jump through a fucking hoop to keep you attached. I'm the one who gets hurt in a relationship. It's something I'm sadly getting used to by now. I'm open minded and willing to take other's ideas and concepts in to strengthen my own perception on life. Just because I'm told something doesn't mean I believe in it. I have my own concept of life that I am not willing to share openly. It's bitter/sweet and hard to handle. I think realistically and tend not to "sugar coat" things to make them bearable. I'd rather be miserable than ignorant. I try to make the most of everything, I take it all in and appreciate it all. I find influence and inspiration in everything. I do what it takes to express myself, be it tangible or abstract means. I live in the mindset that everything we do does not matter. I know that everything one is ever proud of is thrown away and forgotten with time. There are certain things that people have to be willing to accept to live. Standards are usually set too high and you're left thinking that everything is supposed to be perfect at all times. That is when you're living a fucking joke. I've grown tired of how life is portrayed and how so much is blown out of proportion and how misinformed we all really are. I've grown tired of so much, yet I feel like I won't be able to make an impact and change what-so-ever. This is how things are and people wouldn't be able to function otherwise. I want to change how people look at and perceive things. I want to do something that matters, because that's what I've always been told that I'd do. I'd be something important or do something special. It really wouldn't matter if I did such a thing. I've never been fond of rules, even though I abide by them more than one should. I've always been fascinated with the concept of doing things differently. I like causing trouble and daring to ask why. Mischief might be my middle name. One has to be willing to pay the price in order to feel any real excitement in life. At this moment in my life I feel hopeless, like I'm stuck and hopeless to change. I feel like I need help to get anywhere. Although I do know that I'm my own worst enemy in this circumstance. I have the ability to do and accomplish so much, to fulfill my wildest desires and most meaningful dreams, yet I'm holding myself back. It has to be some illogical fear of rejection and failure. I suppose we'll just see where things take me. This pathetic rant and awful attempt at a sales pitch hasn't even begun to scratch the surface of my personality. You really have to give me a chance to know me for who I really am. I am tired of trying to sell myself as if I am some sort of product that you cannot live without. Which, by the way, you just might be able to. Kudos to you if you've actually taken your time to read this shit in it's entirety.
This is where I stop and that means that I am finished. Adios.
"A Fucking Poem"
Are you questioning my battle plan?
I am Lee Whitener
obey my orders.
I'm an ice-cold G out of Northfork
I'll put your face out of sync.
Believe it sucker.
You sure as hell know, I'm a poet.
Like thunder mixed with JELLO
sadness-happiness
If you think I'm a sappy blub- love,
I've got two words for you.
Butterfly knife.
I am the offspring of 80's psyche
or the pink ranger fucked
a ninja turtle.
Sing the lullaby, Love it-Hate it.
Hate the canvas, love the art.
All your base, n00b.
- HB
My deviantART page.
"the masses" by Charles Bukowski
"all the bitter, miserable, lonely people feeling short-changed,
feeling betrayed by the forces, they blame life, they blame
circumstance, they blame others while actually
they
are totally unappetizing, dutifully unoriginal, they are
cowardly and placid, sunk in self-pity, having done
nothing right, they still feel wronged, swarming the earth with
their grievances, their hatreds
dead-eyed in the center of nowhere, these millions of human
errors, going day to day and night to night through
their castrated motions,
it hurts the very earth, it hurts everything,
this waste
the horror of all this
waste."
