No apple nor man
Man nor beast, ape nor monkey
is so totally
No apple nor man
Man nor beast, ape nor monkey
is so totally
is so totally
bizzare the world in which we
live? No, we're unique!
Hwæt! We Gar-Dena in geardagum,/Þeodcuninga þrum gefrunon,/hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon!
Oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena þreatum,/ monegum mægþum, meodosetla ofteah,/ egsode eorlas, syððan ærest wearð/ feasceaft funden; he þæs frofre gebad,/ weox under wolcnum, weorðmyndum þah,/ oðþæt him æghwylc þara ymbsittendra/ofer hronrade hyran scolde,/gomban gyldan. Þæt wæs god cyning!
live? No, we're unique!
You peeked, through the torn curtain
Awe, grace, power, light
Awe, grace, power, light
I see it all and nothing
at all. i can't count.
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
(Mark Twain)
at all. i can't count
counting syllables on my
fingers. for shame. word.
fingers. for shame. word.
try to think of excellent
line for next person.
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
(Mark Twain)
line for next person
box for ideology
time to make own rules
Line for next person
Disgusting how this silk form
Attractes emptiness
acttracts emptiness
like paper to my words. My
pen always runs dry
Hwæt! We Gar-Dena in geardagum,/Þeodcuninga þrum gefrunon,/hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon!
Oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena þreatum,/ monegum mægþum, meodosetla ofteah,/ egsode eorlas, syððan ærest wearð/ feasceaft funden; he þæs frofre gebad,/ weox under wolcnum, weorðmyndum þah,/ oðþæt him æghwylc þara ymbsittendra/ofer hronrade hyran scolde,/gomban gyldan. Þæt wæs god cyning!
pen always runs dry
trees killed needlessly for my
for my thoughts, ideas
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
(Mark Twain)
For my thoughts, ideas
For how long i have fought
Only to change them :o
My ideal human being is someone who lives amoungst the "assimilation" of socity without being contamited by it, posessing a style of his/her own."
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EVERYTHING is permissible, but not everything is beneficial.
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What if God came to you and said, "I command you to be happy for the rest of your life?"
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All religions come from cultures, It is only natural that I shoud take the religion of the region as my own.
only to change them
and then to change the world! But
I'm too weak to lead
Hwæt! We Gar-Dena in geardagum,/Þeodcuninga þrum gefrunon,/hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon!
Oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena þreatum,/ monegum mægþum, meodosetla ofteah,/ egsode eorlas, syððan ærest wearð/ feasceaft funden; he þæs frofre gebad,/ weox under wolcnum, weorðmyndum þah,/ oðþæt him æghwylc þara ymbsittendra/ofer hronrade hyran scolde,/gomban gyldan. Þæt wæs god cyning!
I'm too weak to lead
Energy rushing through me
Only to die again
My ideal human being is someone who lives amoungst the "assimilation" of socity without being contamited by it, posessing a style of his/her own."
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EVERYTHING is permissible, but not everything is beneficial.
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What if God came to you and said, "I command you to be happy for the rest of your life?"
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All religions come from cultures, It is only natural that I shoud take the religion of the region as my own.
Only to die again (that's six syllables )
I thought it was all ok
twist my gut, heart pounds
twist my gut, heart pounds
reversing comfy-ness, now
lone... try, suspend fear
lone... try, suspend fear
then friends gather to support
We can all go on!
Hwæt! We Gar-Dena in geardagum,/Þeodcuninga þrum gefrunon,/hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon!
Oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena þreatum,/ monegum mægþum, meodosetla ofteah,/ egsode eorlas, syððan ærest wearð/ feasceaft funden; he þæs frofre gebad,/ weox under wolcnum, weorðmyndum þah,/ oðþæt him æghwylc þara ymbsittendra/ofer hronrade hyran scolde,/gomban gyldan. Þæt wæs god cyning!