Jacobs, Black...and BUTCHER! 161 is HERE!

[MGH]

25

Pass out. Who remembers 9th grade? There first day your life really changes is something you should look forward to. I recall being afraid. They say everyone you meet changes your life. I don’t know who “they” are, but they’re wrong. I hopped on the L for the first time ever a few weeks ago. If I met anyone on that 15 minute train ride, I don’t remember any names or faces. It was early in the morning; the sun was just peeking out. It must have wanted to go back to sleep too, because I swear it hung on that horizon for a few extra, fleeting moments. I could almost feel it willing itself to light up the sky. I closed my eyes.

There are some feelings you never want to feel after the first time you feel them. Insignificance is one of those. Maybe mediocrity isn’t a tragedy; at least not as much as it was back in 9th grade, but it is something, or there wouldn’t be a term to describe the stagnation. Maybe you reading this have never felt mediocre. And, chances are, if you haven’t, then you probably haven’t ever felt a thing in your life. You, the simplest one of all, with your lack of questions and your apathy for answers…f*** you. Simple enough?

Yeah, so we’re all dead; what else is new? So stop giving a f***? Is that it? Why fall in love if your heart is unbreakable? Why turn your back if your skin is impenetrable? Why dream when the truth is much worse? Because it’s f***ing life, that’s why. And unless you have a better understanding of the afterlife than I, seek solutions. Seek resolve. Our mission is to enlighten the ones who walk behind—there’s hope for us all.

What’s more sincere; ignorance, or honesty? It’s time to decide.

[MGH]

26

Here we are; up too late to get up too early. No one is really an insomniac, but why can’t we sleep? I’m not even thinking of anything aside from why I’ve got nothing to think on. The kids who’ve got it down are the ones I envy. The ones with a sense of pride in their purpose.

The problem with me is that I’ve thought so much, for so long that thinking has become redundant. I could come up with a million ideas, and none of them would be new, or grandiose; and not a one would change the f***ing certainty of death. We’re the kids who depress ourselves with the feeling that living has lost its luster. When I stopped believing—or caring to believe—in God, that was a death in its own right. When we get old enough to realize that it’s all a pile of shit, we give up hope that life has any real incentive, besides of course, the little rewards we choose to value in life itself. So, over the course of time everything loses it’s silver lining because it’s so easy to figure out that all of it—the love, the lies, the hopes, the dreams—they really mean nothing in the end. For some, this realization is suicide. For us? For us, it’s escape.

Jesus was a man who had an edge. His fate, he knew. And thus, he had the freedom to truly live. Because the story of Jesus exists, we can all be messiahs. We can be the ones to save ourselves. And if I can save just me, and if you can save just you, then we can save the world. But only if we do it together. Scoff if it’s your natural reaction. I will understand. I will not exile you. I will not forsake you. But I will trample over your lifeless corpse when the time comes, and I will not feel guilt for leaving it behind. We are not gracious, or sinless. There is much to be learned about falling apart; it’s not an exact science. But what we have figured out is that it’s better than believing in the overdramatic, quasi-tragedies of our useless generation. Once you let go and realize that truth is what you make it, then you can really begin to appreciate anything that matters in life; whatever that matter may be.

[Shy Guy]

i love him....

[MGH]

Call To Arms In Philly & NYC

The time has come to rise. And if not now, then when? You could tell me, “Kid, you’re still young, with years to worry about the rest of your life,” but I have never listened. I’m not about to start now.

Whether it be on the whims of your imagination or, by the black flag draped across your face, rise with us in Philadelphia; in Manhattan. At this point, all we can know is war. There is not a second standing by for sympathy. We’ll scream at the top of our lungs, or bleed a gallon onto the New York City streets, if only for a flash of revolution.

I have been waiting my entire life for an opportunity to change the world. Some might think its blasphemy, but moments in time happen differently for everyone. If it’s your dream to ride through the storm to find the world stopped on its axis, the stars so close you can touch them, and the population of the world reduced to dust; if that is your glory, then I ask you to release your inhibitions to the hounds, and charge the motherf***ing lines with us!!

This is your Age. This is your Fall. Let go and burn the establishment to the ground! Take back your birthright! Redeem the freedom! We are a generation of thinkers. And our minds are more powerful than any army; than any brainwashed bastard children who have grown into ignorant adults who now live life like they are already dead.

You are alive. Live life with no regret.

[Dr. Bolty, Disaster Enby]

Y'know, I just had a "worst case scenario" situation pop into my imagination...it would REALLY suck if there were some emotionally disturbed kid who came across these blogs without even knowing what they're for...

Dunno, just had to get that thought out of my system.

[HMARK Center]

What's awesome about the blogs is that they're decidedly anti-emo; hell, the 26th one basically said, in so many words, "Stop obsessing over the pointless and trivial little tragedies in your life, it doesn't even matter."

[Zane]

I wonder how many over weight Smarks will will black stuff over their faces. It seriously is hilarious when you get the one smark who does it (like at Motor City Madness 2007 there was a smark with "Project 161" written in sharpie on the front of his shirt and "Age of the Fall" on the back).

[Zane]

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All the world is a stage. And for our little movement, there is none grander than tonight and tomorrow.

This coming Friday and Saturday Ring of Honor hosts its most prestigious events of the year in Glory by Honor, and make no mistake about it friends, the revolution will take center stage.

Don't talk to me about Japanese wrestling legends, because I don't give a f***. Reverence has its place, but the time has come to put the past in its grave. Our dreams aren't matches, they're aftermaths. And when the curtain closes, the only ones left to take the bow will be us and the kids who choose stand at our side and fight our same fight.

It is pertinent that we use this weekend as a showcase. Facepaint, bandannas, ski masks—all black, all with purpose. Show the world that ignorance is intolerable. I ask you, if ever there you are to stand up and let the world know who the f*** you are, with the sea of neon lights and the big, bright city as your backdrop, will there ever be a better time for revolt?

This is our chance to do something great. Let's show them what strength beyond f***ing strength is all about. www.AGEOFTHEFALL.com