you know that feeling, when you just become warm after coming in from the cold... it's a split second of pure happiness.... I wanna feel that all the time!
"I'm not present, I'm a drug that makes you dream"
I had a dream not that long ago about an extremely large fortune cookie, I mean BIG as in softball size if not bigger... Oddly, in the dream I was more concerned with eating it and not the fortune it told. I ate that whole cookie and never did read it's large fortune. Maybe I don't want to know what the future holds for me, maybe I'll enjoy what I have now instead, like I did with that cookie:D.
Or maybe it's more important that I 'feed' myself at this moment then it is to worry about my 'fortune', for there will be no future if I starve myself to death now.
Perhaps that fortune cookie dream was more for telling then I originally thought.:)
"I'm not present, I'm a drug that makes you dream"
The most natural conclusion to reach is that a person ought to make a list of "most insurmountable" items and check 'em off one by one...starting with the most difficult ones...just to see it's no big deal...[size=-2]or, just to add excitement even.[/size]
next is the word for people who want to move on
a word to go over the past,
instead of long back and see how good it was.
well, sometimes it's the better solution,
but my hearth is telling me to stop right here.
It says that this is the moment of my life,
Where I should hold on to you with both hands,
And let you know, that I’ll never let go.
And all I dare to say
Are the most complicated things above all
I lose my mind and turn blind,
Sitting on my knees and pray for nothing else
Than this tragedy to end.
I guess this way of life is meant for only some of us
Now I realise it and have to day a little bit,
Take all my pain and fears and leave
Leave, leave now, go far and stay away.
hit a pothole in her superpsyched highway
the chassis shuddered, her good mood shook loose
she thought, she said it out loud
he said i dont know what to say to you
she said she didnt expect him to say anything
just up the road he said
take deep breaths and think of ...
she smiled.
he knew, even when he thought he didnt
her steering righted and she continued on.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
I wish I knew where I was going, anywhere but here.
Oh well, best get the beers in. Can't deal with myself right now, too busy staying sane.
"I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
Is self-publishing really a product of Satan? I found a good place but it requires money. Should I have to PAY to get my own book published?
No you might say, you should never do that.
But then... it is a big 'fuck you' to corporate fat cats who wouldn't read your manuscript if you strapped them down into a chair and slapped them over the face with it.
Aaaaahhhhhhh I dunno. Choices. Choices.
'We're learning songs for baby Jesus' birthday. His mum and dad were Merry and Joseph. He had a bed made of clay and the three kings bought him Gold, Frankenstein and Merv as presents.'
Is self-publishing really a product of Satan? I found a good place but it requires money. Should I have to PAY to get my own book published?
No you might say, you should never do that.
But then... it is a big 'fuck you' to corporate fat cats who wouldn't read your manuscript if you strapped them down into a chair and slapped them over the face with it.
Aaaaahhhhhhh I dunno. Choices. Choices.
while you have the corporate asshole strapped down in that angry chair ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yn82dMFGN8g ) of yours
maybe you can wedge this toaster up his ass for me, yes/no?
good luck Mark.
we need to figure this shit out.
help one another type shit.
I'd even take falling through the water over treading it.
"I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
I meant homeostasis in terms of all the parts in your body working properly together.
I know, but when that's all you seem to have, it's hard to appreciate.
"I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
If you don't have good health Jamie, you have nothing.
Yeah well, health is all well and good if the time it gives you is spent well I suppose.
"I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
Yeah well, health is all well and good if the time it gives you is spent well I suppose.
Then that is something you need to find out on your own.
Squandering the gift of life is like slapping the person that gave it to you in the face.
Sure I waste my fair share of time, but I have also come to realize that if I don't do what I want to do, someone else will. I am learning to just ask for what I want. If someone says no, then cool, at least I know the answer.
But while you are drinking is not the time to ponder such things.
Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
Then that is something you need to find out on your own.
Squandering the gift of life is like slapping the person that gave it to you in the face.
Sure I waste my fair share of time, but I have also come to realize that if I don't do what I want to do, someone else will. I am learning to just ask for what I want. If someone says no, then cool, at least I know the answer.
But while you are drinking is not the time to ponder such things.
Oh of course, it's just hard sometimes to know what it is you're looking for
"I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
above the bay the fingers of a cloud clutch at the setting sun, as if not wanting to see the beauty of this day disappear beyond the island. just as another cloud comes from the horizon, it's fingers begin intertwining with the other as if to welcome and share the beauty of the night.
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take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
but that hogs head chained to your ankle surely is
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
Or maybe it's more important that I 'feed' myself at this moment then it is to worry about my 'fortune', for there will be no future if I starve myself to death now.
Perhaps that fortune cookie dream was more for telling then I originally thought.:)
tbc*
I don't get the games here.
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
They woke up :(
Wales made the mistake of going ahead, and therefore insulting them
A 9-6 half time was turned into a 9-29 in NZ's favour
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
were like sirens in my hollow mind
As if by lightning struck
his heart fell upon the ceiling floor
charred and burnt
leaving (nothing) but an empty shell
- Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
a word to go over the past,
instead of long back and see how good it was.
well, sometimes it's the better solution,
but my hearth is telling me to stop right here.
It says that this is the moment of my life,
Where I should hold on to you with both hands,
And let you know, that I’ll never let go.
And all I dare to say
Are the most complicated things above all
I lose my mind and turn blind,
Sitting on my knees and pray for nothing else
Than this tragedy to end.
I guess this way of life is meant for only some of us
Now I realise it and have to day a little bit,
Take all my pain and fears and leave
Leave, leave now, go far and stay away.
- Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
the chassis shuddered, her good mood shook loose
she thought, she said it out loud
he said i dont know what to say to you
she said she didnt expect him to say anything
just up the road he said
take deep breaths and think of ...
she smiled.
he knew, even when he thought he didnt
her steering righted and she continued on.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
who started out so young and strong,
only to surrender,
brother
you will cruise
and sail
right
on
thru. but talk to me soon, please
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
to others it is nothing major but rather a crock of rotten elephant shit.
not the case to me.
brilliant.
shine.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
:mad:
Guess I will have to continue doing my work.
:mad:
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
I wish I knew where I was going, anywhere but here.
Oh well, best get the beers in. Can't deal with myself right now, too busy staying sane.
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
That is the question.
Is self-publishing really a product of Satan? I found a good place but it requires money. Should I have to PAY to get my own book published?
No you might say, you should never do that.
But then... it is a big 'fuck you' to corporate fat cats who wouldn't read your manuscript if you strapped them down into a chair and slapped them over the face with it.
Aaaaahhhhhhh I dunno. Choices. Choices.
- the great Sir Leo Harrison
while you have the corporate asshole strapped down in that angry chair ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yn82dMFGN8g ) of yours
maybe you can wedge this toaster up his ass for me, yes/no?
good luck Mark.
we need to figure this shit out.
help one another type shit.
fuck em.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
A life of mundane, unenriched suspension is not.
I'd even take falling through the water over treading it.
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
Squandering the gift of life is like slapping the person that gave it to you in the face.
Sure I waste my fair share of time, but I have also come to realize that if I don't do what I want to do, someone else will. I am learning to just ask for what I want. If someone says no, then cool, at least I know the answer.
But while you are drinking is not the time to ponder such things.
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
i would ask is your work WORTH enough to you to self publish.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
angels share laughter
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