A short poem about my ROFLCOPTER.

Standards, how many of us have them?

Everyone is insecure about something. Its one of our many human flaws. But society’s standards is the main cause of this flaw.

This article moves from the skin tone of Obama to a stereotype of a cute girl and how one man is influenced by the looks of an woman who is about to celebrate her 18th birthday.

Treat people how they deserve to be treated.

What do you do when you finally develop standards for yourself and find that people already in your life don’t meet them? I’m still trying to figure this one out.

Do not demonise anyone or blame them for things they have not done.

An interesting poem, that you can read a bit slowly to take in all the vibes that are given out. Originally meant to be a slow, contemplative song.

On May 19th, 2009, the devious schemes of Lindsay’s tutor group were finally uncovered…

It’s not worth it to compare you, but I will anyway.