The juice of my heart
I call myself Lubzi. I am from Palestine. I live there too
I am a blend of cultures, a salad of sounds, colors & words. I like to create. I love learning. I aspire to inspire. I seek freedom, harmony, peace and justice. I like to be a bridge between hearts and minds, between people from different cultures and backgrounds.
Here you'll find my theatre sound designs, audio art pieces, some of my writings and sketches & all kinds of crazy mixes and audio experiments that I do.
Monday, January 30, 2012
The entitled one
You have modes I just can't deal with. Not anymore
The entitled brat...
Perfection humanified..
Illusion of goodness..
Fake compassion..
Fake virtue..
Holier than thou, energy 'master'. Master of all..
Insightful wise ass...
You act with so much privilege, like you own the place, whatever place you're in, you think you have the right to anything and everything, to everyone and everywhere. You act like you still have much privilege. Maybe you think if you close your eyes then things will change back. Wake up an smell the shit. You lost your privilege and you'll lose more. Because the system gaveth and the system tooketh. The same system that gave you what you didn't deserve spitted you out of the circle of the privileged.
You are dreaming if you think I will allow you to get you power fix from me. No. You're not allowed to act like you own the world and me. You cant practice power over me, even if I cared for you, which I doubt. It is hard to tell when one is guarding against head games and power abuse.
You add resentment to my life. I can't deal with you.
I have allergies from you and all people who act with great entitlement.
Wake up or disappear. There is no third choice.
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