I have quite the imagination. It is so much fun. Most people grow out of their childish dreams, but I've only just begun.
I have quite the imagination. It is so much fun. Most people grow out of their childish dreams, but I've only just begun.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
Angst. Part II.
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
I like this particular thread more than any other, for here I am at liberty to speak of my mind. In fact if we are honest to expressing all we think this will be a more wonderful thread, but unhappily our conscious minds edits all that occurs to our minds. Minds are queer things and we think up anything unrestrictedly and unboundedly but fearing that people censor or have an aversion to our ideas we sift them making of course presentable for others to read. There are codes of ethics and we cannot go beyond those socially bordered things. Let us be honest for a while and think funny thoughts occur to us, and sometimes we are afraid of the dreams we often see and we call it a nightmare and fear to speak about them. We dread that there is something precarious and we withdraw from addressing or dealing it with. We choose to suppress them for fear of non-acceptance by others. And in fact a very little part of what we think comes thru our expression and most of what happens goes deposited or get layered deep down us, but at times such ideas or emotions become disabling emotions and perturb us.
In fact I want this thread to be really open and let people express some of the ideas, some repressed thoughts and people be relieved of them once and for all. But we live in a world wherein we want people to endorse not only our verbal expression but also our thoughts. They cripple our imaginative faculty and that leads to a state of melancholia
“Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””
“If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.
too little too late.
"...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?
Thinking, this is the only time, other than short periods during the day, that I will be able to get on litnet. Now that the shool holidays are here.
Also thinking should consider a secondcomputer.
I'm thinkin' that it's almost done. . . . and (unrelated) I'm sooooo wanting to pick my nose right now.
“Oh crap”
-- Hellboy
Hey my good man... You crack me up.Originally Posted by The Comedian
I'm thinking how being bored give me a headache and I usually feel more motivated to do things during the evening.
Please, please, pleeeaaasseee keep snowing so I wouldn't have to go to work tomorrow!
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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I'm thinking that I wish that the temperature would have stayed at -40 for another week so that it would kill off all of the pine beatles.
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"Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six, I did. At first the brightness was overwhelming, but I had seen that before. I kept looking, forcing myself not to blink, and then the brightness began to dissolve. My pupils shrunk to pinholes and everything came into focus and for a moment I understood. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal."
-Pi
I'm done with finals, but i'm in a cranky mood
I'm losing all those stupid games
That I swore I'd never play
That Comedian should just go ahead and pick his nose.
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Angst, interrupted.
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Go for a SPAthanks for the thread...love it
Just one more final and I can be done with this hellish semester =__=
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