well priate it??? not in a country where I can do that anymore, sad... I miss the two dollar cds and three dollar dvds... *sighs*
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well priate it??? not in a country where I can do that anymore, sad... I miss the two dollar cds and three dollar dvds... *sighs*
I'd like to even have one day were that happened.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jester
LeaVING THE MARK:
Where is the love?
Do we need to feel?
\ why bother...
Is caring enough?
Peace and love don't bring food...
where is the love that matters?
Do my wishes change the world, or must I act?
Say no more........let me act....
Reggae beat drums the truth to my brain...
Inaction and love do not drain,
the needs of my brothers easily explained.
Wishing and hoping mass media drain,
ignore the truth
no one will really explain
there is no plus in helping the helpless
but my soul aches along with my brothers and sisters
too poor but to ache and care......
Mark me....spark me.....oh baby please......the coat is fantastic....the sight is freer than any could imagine the life to be simple and live......but its not such a mystery to me the book i've seen that explains it all to me......its complicated yet simple the truth i SEEM TO SEE.........no....no....no......you....don't ........love me, yes I know now........cause you left me baby ........and I've got no place to go now.......and yet the blue jacket is remarkabvle in its fantasy-shine I cannot bare to understand.....the truth of the cold I feel.....
mark me mix me pixie dust tinkerbell thumbelina vanilla pods snowflakes can you can you count them, little one? count the stars shake me up markety mark dancing between colors of the rainbow slipping in and out of moonbeams upside down smelling with my toes not my nose somewhere i hear earth's gravity singing a big bass note to the moon's high falsetto better stay here fettered forsaken mistaken but only falling so far and tumbling over and over markingmarkingandmarking...
.....oh yeah.....the amuse meister!!! gotta love the repititious repititiousness of an incoherency inherited .....
............"Girl your my angel, surely your my angel, girl your my angel when I'm in need..."
the strand of hair that floats in front of her eye, laughing next to me in the car, smiling the beautiful happiness that permeates the air the contrast between normalacy of everyday life and that good naturdness, that trueness without phony pretenses
We miss the song of creation. Haven't heard it for quite a while.
Oh, and that marky thing too.
Mark!!!!!!!!!!!!
can one focus any unfocused thoughts? is intelligence merely intellectual organization, or is there something more primal, more deep seated?
Where does creativity start and end? can one have original thoughts? What happends when everyone around you is only repeating your own thoughts pakc to you? Do they have villains in utopias?
what can a question ever answer? is language a sufficient form of thought, or are we wasting our breathless words?
Perhaps the ultimate proof that no one is dreaming is suicide... if you wake up after you put a bullet or two in your head i guess you'll know you weren't dreaming, now won't you?
What do the icebreakers all have in common?
Do those who have an intimate responsibility towards others have a different outlook on life? Do they have several perceptory glances at the meaning of it all? Perhaps they couldn't even percieve the needed things, the required attributes, the necessary indicators.
could society exist without outcasts?
Why is it that when literature seems to die out, society seems about to crumble? Is this a theme throughout history or merely in roman, greek and other ancient times? Is it a cause, an effect, or a self-perpetuating cycle of the nonsense which comes out of our education systems? Is it merely another overanalyzed overfunded undercritisized research institution in which normal thoughts are rejected as a matter of course simply because if there wasn't something new, they couldn't very well call it research, now could they?
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Originally Posted by Bongitybongbong
hey, sorry, got lucky with my parents jobs, I was talking about Bangladesh, though its likely to be all of south asai, before dvds came out we got vhs, pirated usually very very bad copies in tanzania for about a buck or two apeice, didn't even have to get out the car to buy em!
well that doesn't explain your apparent insufficiency in that several yellow ribbons which attire the telephone pole on southeast and orchard street where the freeway meets the happy smiley sign that was going to be a very important intersection for cars traveling to and from oblivion
apperent insufficiency, i didn't know that i had one!
isn't it funny how everyone assumes its all about them?
:-)
*** yawn ***
smegulllllll....is tired!