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This poem speaks to me of the real cost of tribulation.

by Ryan Swan


In the Incessant Wandering of My Way

In shame's sweet embrace,
I have shed all my dignity;
Within the torrent of humanity,
I slay the dragons of remorse.
Through all of my foolish misadventures,
I gaze long after the ebbing tides of the past,
Singing life's song, which ends in tears.
I walk this path prescribed

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life is such a lonely thing. and a strange thing. there is a poem by an icelandic man, my favourite icelandic poet about how he and the world were always against each other, but Life hated them both and took the only thing they both loved a little girl. it's beautiful. I wish you guys could read it. maybe I'll try to translate it, though it would never be as good as it is now.

I like being alone, and that is probably the only time I'm never lonely. I'm so enjoying reading a lot these ...

dir. Martin Scorsese 2004

The Aviator - Of Scorsese's big bidget collaborations with Leonardo DiCaprio in the past ten years, this one in my opinion is his best. This is a truly masterful biographical film about the great Howard Hughes, with DiCaprio in probably the greatest performance of his career, who was a filmmaker, an industrialist, a playboy, and most importantly an aviator. He was also a troubled man, who's compulsions and phobias got in the way of his genius, and eventually ...

My ipod is currently is all in Chinese now. For all the good that does me.

What happened is that when I turn my ipod on after I have charged it, I get the language menu screen and English is the first option at the top, so when I went to click on it, I guess my finger brushed on the scroll thing at the same time and wahhhla. I selected Chinese for my ipod.

And after you have sleeted the language there is no way to go back to that screen. Somewhere on my ipod there ...

Another old poem of mine from high school that I came acorss, and that I have particular foundness of.

Beautifully Morbid

I feel these things are yearning, I feel my heart is turning,
but I do not know what to do. I look upon this darkness
and I see only the inside of my coffin that was made for
you.

I was taken down into this place and now I am left
here dreaming. I feel no fear I am comforted by the
sounds of the

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