I was never good at talking about myself.
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Title:
Molly
Artist:
Bon Jon Dovi
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Wuh, ‘nother single!
If I wished to shake this tree with my hands, I should not be able to do so. But the wind, which we see not, troubleth and bendeth it as it listeth. We are sorest bent and troubled by invisible hands.
Nietzsche
To live without fear can only mean to understand life not as a series of successive events, wherein a misplaced step sends one irrevocably stumbling down some rabbit hole or another, but rather as wholly a construct of the present, a singular experience. An awareness of time will rule over fear until rendered impotent as simply an organizing structure of the mind’s creation; a consequence of itself at any given moment, and nothing more.
There is nothing of all that whereof thou speakest: there is no devil and no hell. Thy soul will be dead even sooner than thy body; fear, therefore, nothing any more!
Nietzsche
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
-Jethro Tull
Barren of events,
Rich in pretensions
My earthly life.
Obscurity
My real name.
Wholly unto myself
I exist.
I wrap no soul
In my embrace.
No mentor worthy
Of my calibre
Have I.
I am all alone
Between failure
And frustration.
I am the red thread
Between
Nothingness
And Eternity.
-Sri Chimnoy
