Ramblings of a Loser

1. To live is to serve a purpose. If you don't serve a purpose then what's the point in living? Human Waste. If you are here without a purpose you are existing but not living.

2. The ending to someone's life may seem like the worst, most horrifying to you. But to them that may be their happy ending. The perfect ending to the life that they lead.

3. I am a statistic, a number, a blip in time, nothing more and nothing less.

4. Home is where the heart is.

5. For every death there is a new life, a new dream, a new statistic. I can be replaced; there is always someone better than you.

6. Would anyone noticed if you stopped? If you disappeared off the map? If you were to go and never come back? Would anyone notice? Are you that important? What impact would your end make on those around you?

7. I am a dying leaf in a beautiful tree. That's all I am. That's all we are. A human is a dying leaf on the most beautiful most astonishing tree in the entire forest.

8. There is no fate but there is purpose. Just Coincidence? Is Life... Just?

9. When we die we die. There is no point denying it. Creating an idea to cover up the truth, creating an abstract is to live in total denial. We all die. We cannot think this will happen we have to know that this will happen. When we accept this we are free.

10. Mad World by Gary Jules.

11. When the egg hatched thousands of tiny baby spiders came swarming out to greet their loving mother. They feasted on her.

12. The Dentist is an Axe Wielding megalomaniac who has a fetish for toothpaste, urine soaked hot cross-buns and stale lubricant.

13. It is said that a portrait captures someone far better than a photo. I agree. The eye of another person can only truly capture someone a piece of machinery cannot.

14. Narcoleptic. Eccentric. Barbaric. A false sense of control.

15. I'm not wasting my time. I am wasting our time. Get it fucking right you air-headed stupid fucking imbecile!

16. I am Sam's caffeine injection. Without me Sam cannot obtain the false normality of an everyday person.

17. It may be a sudden, shocking impact. The act itself will be how people remember me. But in time I will be forgot. I will be replaced. I am not special. I am the same decaying inferior matter as everything else that lives and dies on this planet. There is no such thing as uniqueness.

18. Have you ever pictured your own funeral? Have you ever pictured your loved ones getting the phone call? Have you ever pictured every feeling that they have ever felt in that one moment? Can you picture their face?

19. There will be other Sam's. There will be other dreams. There will be others.

20. Sometimes the best way to see things is in black and white. It is the only real way to modern reasoning. Modern beliefs. If you take away the colour you take away the humanity, the statistics, you are left with the truth. And believe it or not the truth is black and white. The colours are the lies. The colours are society. The colours are the system. The world is black and white, it's heaven and it's hell, it's good and it's bad, it's life and it's death. This is the way it is the way it has been and the way it always will be.

21. What if Love and Hate were the same thing? Would our actions be any different?

22. We are all dying. Second by Second the clock is ticking. The death clock. If you look out of your window in the morning you will come to the realisation that over night the world has died a little bit more. We are drowning in our own filth. We are all dying. We are all suicidal. We are all the same. Dying, crumbling away piece by piece. We were all once stardust and in time we will once again become stardust; just like everything else in this world. As individuals we cannot accept this. We try to be unique full-knowingly we are going to fail. We know this in our hearts but because of pride ignorance and powered by false hope the evidence has to be denied.

23. The crowd swarmed in from all around to see what was going on. Their eyes filled with despair confusion and questioning. They weren't worried they were just interested. Like vultures to a dead wildebeest they flew in and scavenged. They started to become anxious, they knew that something terrible had happened but they hadn't the slightest clue what. Jaws dropped as they brought it out. The crowd became unsteady, speechless, silent and uncomfortable. Their tears soaked the floor. They wept but they weren't upset. The sickened ambulance men wheeled out the body. His name was whatever you imagine it to be. He was remembered because of the act itself not the life he lead. He never said a word, he never woke up and he never gave a reason. And the last thing he ever did was make a huge mess. The irony was he was such a neat and tidy fella'.

24. Dexter Takes Life. Seriously.

25. I just wish people had more fucking intriguing things to say. People bore the shit out of me and life bores the shit out of me.

26. May I rest in peace?

Static X

Being one of my favourite bands ever, Static X are one of the greatest industrial/heavy metal bands of our time; they're not only awesome and passionate they're almost almost insane. They've risen to fame over the past 15 years; starting from their original album: Wisconsin Death Trip of 1999. As a ruthless, dedicated fan myself (I should say follower) I want to take some time out of my day to show my complete and uber admiration for the band. To understand my adoration for the band you have to listen for yourself and absorb the lyrics.

To me, Static X are one of the most original and thrilling bands I've ever heard, although they may not be for everyone. You can feel the soundwaves rush through you when listening, they're beastly and powerful. This band makes anger and sinister thought a positive thing. I find myself listening to them an awful lot, I have their demonic screams, the roar of their guitar, the quake of their drums blasting through the roof and bouncing around my bedroom walls. You could say I have it loud. Static X have released 6 studio albums:

Wisconsin Death Trip
Machine
Shadow Zone
Start a War
Cannibal
Cult of Static

The most succesful of the 6 albums was by far their first, Wisconsin Death Trip (which actually went to platinum). This had some of their most famous songs on such as Push It and Bled For Days. But my personal favourite of all of their albums is Shadow Zone. I believe this album and the songs in it are the best they've ever done, it truly defines their place in the music industry; it is a fucking awesome album and I love listening to it over all of their other albums. It includes my favourite songs of theirs which is Shadow Zone, Destroy all and The Only. Interestingly Static X's songs have actually appeared on Video Games and even films. This includes Need For Speed Games, WWE Smackdown, Duke Nukem and Rock Band. The movies include Queen Of The Damned, Saw 3 and Punisher: War Zone. Not the best three films in the world but they are films.

Unfortunately, Static X never stayed at the height of fame after Wisconsin Death Trip, despite them being as good as Slipknot or Disturbed. But nevertheless, they are still one of my favourite bands of all time and I believe they are still as good as they once were 10 years ago. They released their newest album; Cult of Static earlier this year which is available to purchase in the shops now and the band will be performing at Download Festival 2009 along with Korn, Killswitch Engage and Slipkot. The Cult Of Static is one of their darkest albums so far. It is pretty impressive and is a prime example of raw talent and originality that Static X have been able to maintain after all these years; it's epic. You can literally feel the internal wrath of the lead singer in this album especially, it's just brilliant, passion in metal at it's prime and this it is really worth a listen to (even if you haven't heard their previous albums). You'll be hooked within minutes to Static X and the amount of complex madness deeply knitted into their lyrics is highly noticeable, but I can safely say that this is in all of their albums and not just Cult Of Static. Metronome. They never cease to impress me.

London's Burning

I blink. Convinced at first that I am dreaming.
I stare down, morbidly. To my dismay, This is reality.
I see the Starbucks in a violent blaze. Tragedy.
The Comet, being emptied of it's valuables.
Completing the seven sins with Greed.
The JD finally gets the justice it so desperately deserved. I watch it fry.
The hammer falls where it may. This is my horror, this hellish day.
So I ask, Is this the first or is this the last? Is this default? Or is the chosen way?

This is just an example of a downfall.
As epic as it is, it's just an example.
You can write about it in your History books.
You can replay it in your darkest dreams. The horror.
In 50 years time you can make the movie of it.
'The Devil's Playground'.
Starring the next Juliette Lewis and Andy Garcia's love child.

What possessed them? I ask.
After all these years they've finally snapped.
This is the downfall, this Manic beyond Mayhem.
I am sincerely welcomed to a world without rules. This is Evolution.
It doesn't matter. No matter how advanced, No matter how strong or determined.
Every system, every democracy will have it's breaking point.
It's just a matter of time.
Every last one of them will collapse.
They'll fall down on their weakened knees and bow down before us.

I peer out this Eleventh floor wondow and watch the world collapse.
The Nation, it's eating itself from the inside out.
They're past humanity, they're animals. The bottom of the food chain.
My senses come to a halt, the realisation, the truth bitch slaps me.
This is war. This species will forever be at war. This Destruction.
When there is no one plausible left to fight, we'll turn on each other.
We'll turn on ourselves. We cannot blame our maker, we can just blame ourselves.

I salute this uprising. They are justified completely.
These renegade ants have declared "FUCK YOU!" to their power hungry Queen.
I watch them scurry around in rage, in fury. They're independant
Their order has fallen through, it's every ant for himself.
They feed on the charred remains of the high street stores.
They bring down this sickened abstract in a blaze of bloody glory.
This is the Rebellion. This historical climax. This is the end of everything.

Apocalyptica

I am a parasite. I am the inferior. I am the miniscule.
The roaches are the iron giants. They are the mass exterior.
They burn us with their microscopes, a complete anihilation.
An ending which is good and pure. An uber mass extinction.

We are the infection and they are the disinfectant.
Eclipse before the final plunge, t'was the only insurrection.
This is a just cause. There ain't a second chance.
This is absolution, in the form of a mushroom cloud.

Addiction

Wanting something too hard will always lead to needing this thing, craving it, relying on it. This Ladies and Gentlemen is called Addiction. Addiction usually leads to a downfall because obviously whatever must go up must come down. I'm making the assumption that we all have our own addictions; the things that we need every single day to keep us going without any questions. My Addiction is coffee. I have something like 7 cups a day; if I don't have these packages of shear heaven to keep me going throughout my day to day I feel like shit. It probably is just a drink to some but Coffee to me is perfection, I rely on it to keep me fueled throughout the day. I need my Coffee. I am an addict. Technically I am a drug addict since caffeine is a drug. What if I gave up my coffee? What if I gave up one of the main veins in my anger filled heart? My anger fuel. I truly do love my coffee. If coffee had alcohol in I would be a full blown alcoholic; seriously. In fact I'm sipping one right now. Though compared to a lot of other people's my addiction is a puny and miniscule one but it is still an Addiction, an Addiction which will have to be deal with. I am the Ultimate caffeine head. But if I wake up tomorrow with red bloodshot eyes, skin as white as paper, a joker grin on my face, in a fetal position as dead as a fucking dodo you'll all know why. Blame fucking Kenco!

Well, what can I say?

I've missed this. My blog mean. I've neglecting this blog so much over the past few months, well I have returned to resurrect The Voyage from it's abandoned, burnt out ashes.
I've been wanting to come back to my blog for a while now but I've not had anything interesting to say. Well, I have but I don't want to depress whoever reads my blog (so there is nobody I want to depress) I can almost guarantee you that once I start College and get my exams (which are starting in less than a month) over and done with and ultimately get High School over and done with and my new college life starts I will evolve this blog; I will definitely have far more interesting things to talk about then. From now on this blog will become my route to express my feelings about my life, the world in general, problems I have, a place to vent and most of all my anger-fueled pessimistic over-opinionated views about anything I feel the need to about. So it is official; The Voyage has returned and is here to stay. I wonder if anyone is reading this? I wonder if anyone cares about what I have to say? I wonder if anyone enjoys listening to me or reading what I have to say? Probably not. And if you do; just ask yourself why the fuck are you reading my bullshit?
Anyway, Yes. I have returned to the wonderful world of blogging and I am here to stay. Besides I have nothing better to do with my time.

How do you like the new name?

I just had to change it, Bam's Voyage was just cheap and daft.
I was trying to make the title ironic as my alias is Bam Voyage, but it just sounded a bit too half witted.
So, I decided to change it, not too much though; just to make it sound slightly better...
Hence, The Voyage!
It has got a bit more of a rig to it hasn't it?
The URL is still the same (bamvoyage.blogspot.com) so no worries.