Pete M. Yangin

So I call
The first buddy
That’ll come in my mind

Soft drinks-drunk
Adventuring while we’re young
Exploring every dark corner

And it’ll be the life I want to live in
It’ll be as if I’m dreaming
It’ll be as if I’m dreaming

Styling funk-punk
Ourselves won’t ever done
With the bullshit we do it won’t be over

And it’ll be the life I want to live in
It’ll be as if I’m dreaming
It’ll be as if I’m dreaming yeah

So I call
The first lover
That’ll come in my mindHardcore coast-club
Adventuring while we’re young
Exploring every wild corner
‘Cause I have much to do untill
I’ll grow olderAnd it’ll be the life I want to live in
It’ll be as if I’m dreaming yeah
It’ll be as if I’m dreaming yeahStyling fancy-pants
Ourselves won’t ever done ever done
Waistcoat 'cause we’re steampunkAnd it’ll be the life I want to live in
It’ll be as if I’m dreaming yeah
It’ll be as if I’m dreaming yeahAnd all their money can’t buy my life’s

Art Life’s Art
Because nobody does it better than us
(Life’s art, life’s an art)
Because nobody knows a fuck about us
(Life’s art, Life’s an art)
Because anybody can live like us
Yeah yeahIt’ll be the life you’re dreaming
You should leave your life to live it
It will be as if I’m dreaming
It will be as if I’m dreaming
Yeah Yeah
(Life’s art, life’s an art)
As If I’m Dreaming

-Pete M. Yangin

I know now how people treat each other. Talking, Joking, Laughing, Saying they’re having fun.
But let me doubt that they say the truth, because I’ve also known the fear of being alone!

Dreams always showed me a full tar-black dark side, or sometimes they were bathed in sunlight’s
never endlessness.
While reality is so much more like shades of grey, never white, never black, never entirely
colourful.

I know when I wake up in reality cause my senses are in pain. My eyes bleed when people
misunderstand each other, I see everyone coming out as automatons, they’re becoming
the same. Dull. I’m unconscious playing my part.
My ears buzz through endless hypocrisy and my nose smell all their rotten insides…
They may shine on the outside:
make up, perfumes, branded clothes of last season with delicate laces and pastel ribbons,
dyed blonde hair, mascara is the new natural and lips naturally blood red ‘cause “we’re so fab”.

What if I chose something else. For them I’m a loser, mean, hypocrite a perverted bastard with a torn soul.

So I now wake up Lonely in the morning, wearing my lonely clothes and my poker face to make coffee and
go for a smoke in my lonely balcony where nobody is. Smoking my lonely cigarette and hush while I’m
watching it.

Watching the beautiful view that has the smell of holidays. Alone.
Experiencing my imagination, that works on inspiration that
re-creates reality, alone in my head. And all these beautiful things I’ll share only with myself.

I had love. It is over now. I liked it very much. Feeling the tenderness of the naked body that you don’t
own but stays there by choice of itself. Skin that smells. Heart that burns with desire. But in the
end,- well there’s always an ending. Every thing’s flowing even though I felt that Tropic love.

I feel a true artist no matter what! People say that I’m over-reacting… Well I’m an artist
art works on acting and people so close-minded may need an over-reaction to wake up from their slumber.

The truth is I work for them
They don’t know that I’m just passing by their lives to just learn.
I have to do it alone
Walk at Dawn that Long Lonely Road

So I wake up almost happy
Almost Every day
To see
What my Lonely Dawn has to give to me

-Pete M. Yangin

 for:   Lonely Dawn

Edited by: Lee Trow

perksofreadingbooks:

book lover problem: when you rearrange your bookshelf and all books fit in but you forgot the book you’re currently reading 

So true

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kuttithevangu:

andromedalogic:

when I was studying Greek I would get frustrated and annoyed because often, at the beginning of a sentence or clause – or just scattered haphazardly throughout – there would be three or four “particles” with no specific meaning. the literal translation might be “so thus and”, but of course you couldn’t put that down. they were just placeholder words, colloquial linguistic padding.

now, of course, I realize that I start sentences with “okay but like”.

you can sing the praises of the Greeks all you want, but the fact is, Plato wrote with all the elegance and grace of an off-the-cuff tumblr post.

my professor literally told us to think of all the “ἤ̂ δ᾽ ὅς”es in the Symposium as “so then he was like”

Hahaha you guys tryna learn our language I so pity you! I know it’s difficult but these little words that make the sentence have a particular meaning are sooo missunderstood!

(via the-library-and-step-on-it)