What's up? Do you agree the word balderdash is fascinating?
The tone of your poem - not so much the meaning - made me think a little of "Starlight". I know, it was kind of a stretch. I can't believe you've been to two of their concerts!!! :O!! I hear they're incredible live. And I am so jealous now.
I listen to muse yes. I have even been to two of their concerts. Why??
You commented in my blog! yay! Thank you for reading it! After some consideration, I still feel as though I can still be categorized as being in existential realm. From what little I've read on absurdism, it must be accepted that there is no meaning to life (and then you keep pushing the rock up the hill anyway, like Sisyphus, and assume all is well) - unless one turns to a higher power. In existentialism, it is not quite so - it is our (essential) responsibility to create meaning in our own lives. There is no universal meaning to life, but I do believe in the personal meaning that we give it. I can see how, with the waitressing analogy, I could seem an absurdist - no matter how hard you try, there are no bloody tips. But I see hope. An absurdist would not. However! I am no philosopher! Just an english major (pfft, silly english majors).
eh? Well I say to that! ha!
:P Wait, I need five characters. Ok, we're good.
A world less conquered is a world of games and fun.
Did I say hunch? I meant lunch. "I just had a lunch." Yep! It was good too, by the way. I miss playing forum games with you, sir! But - one day, one day! When we're not too busy conquering the world I suppose.
A hunch? That's not good, it's supposed to be a secret
Oh, about the destructive bit - I just had a hunch. And if you have the patience and stamina, you may find that there is always a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow- Unless I got there first and took it already.
