Water. Water fermented with some hops.
Scizophrenia or alzheimers?
Water. Water fermented with some hops.
Scizophrenia or alzheimers?
What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.
- Gertrude Stein
A washerwoman with her basket; a rook; a red-hot poker; th purples and grey-greens of flowers: some common feeling which held the whole together.
- Virginia Woolf
water....
cash or cheque?
Cash if I'm paid, cheque if I'll pay.
Bank or safe case?
Oh! life you'r but hell
Oh! hell you'r but in me
When I'v lost your love
I'm lost in an ocean of destiny
Bank
UFO (unidentified flying object) or USO (unidentified submerged object)?
"...if you weren't smart enough to get a pedophile in a dress to put a small amount of water on the child’s forehead, then what the eff did you think was going to happen?
lol UFO seems more fun!
work or work?
Now that's a toughy
I'll take work and work.
Breakfast or lunch ?
"Where mind meets matter, both should woo!"Currently reading:
* Paradise Lost by John Milton
Breakfast.
Truth or Dare ?
Truth.
Pink or purple ?
"Where mind meets matter, both should woo!"Currently reading:
* Paradise Lost by John Milton
Purple
Yellow or Green?
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Green.
Flag or anthem ?
"Where mind meets matter, both should woo!"Currently reading:
* Paradise Lost by John Milton
Anthem.
Theme song or end credits song?
End credits!
Skates or Rollerblades?
Skates, though I had painful experiences with both of them.
White roses or red roses ?
"Where mind meets matter, both should woo!"Currently reading:
* Paradise Lost by John Milton
white.......red is so clichee.
eighteen or fourhundredseventysix?
There is no darkness, there is no light, there is only Lasagne!
fourhundredseventysix! (more experience right!)
(if red so cliche, why did u get me red roses?)
mmm....
fun relationships or something meaningful?
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
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