There's something I've been wondering whilst wandering reality...
I've been pondering all the zombies out there roaming in the streets.
But they aren't dead and resurrected,
But instead force fed leaden propaganda and prescriptions
Then tucked tightly into bed between the sheets.
Now, shouldn't one find within time the laden power of the mind?
Sure, if one eclectically seeks such electricity.
But instead of exploring the depths of one's head,
People tend to get lost in his/her chest density.
hmmm...i'm not quite sure whether you are pointing at people in general, or an energy.
There's a lot here that one could read into, a lot of interpretation could come out as well.
"They fought and they clawed like savages. At the end none had found what they were looking for; and they simply returned to nothing, like they were before."
I think you've become more interested in the philosophy of literature, prose, whatever, rather than the art of it, JF. Not a bad thing, i went the other route entirely for a long time in my writing, so we may be able to find some neat-o comparisons.
And First Degree, you know why... YOU BELONG HERE. AH AH AH. (thepreceedingwastobereadlikeDoctorDoom)
It's a great quote. It got Me thinking.. really -thinking-. But doesnt it just scream 'more'? Its like, whats next.. ya know? A lot of people understand the quote.. but then what?
I feel like running down the street screaming: "We're all living a dream! We're all living in a fucking dream!!"
"They fought and they clawed like savages. At the end none had found what they were looking for; and they simply returned to nothing, like they were before."
I told you about my friend, ya? He went a might too far down the whole: we're living a dream road. I don't reccomend it. Think of your family members, the ones whom you would shame. Or, think of the wasted life you would grant yourself a slow-motion view of whilst in a tiny room? Or, think about how crazy your aunt would look at you if you said: Aunty Deb, i was just thinking, um, that we are genetic experiment interbreeds of monkeys and reptiles?
The safe bet is to live a well-informed life, and to share whenever possible.
Pardon Me. I was only attempting to be sarcastic about running through my village. Laugh out loud.
Safe bet? But we only get one chance at life.. wouldn't that make you want to pull the trigger on some of these retarded ideals the American society lives by today?
Who knows, If I go down swinging.. I could take a couple with Me. =)
"They fought and they clawed like savages. At the end none had found what they were looking for; and they simply returned to nothing, like they were before."
A couple? What then? Like a fire in a sea of zombies, smothered would you be. Hone every instinct until it is a spear, a bow, daggers will they be. Hmmm. Daggers. Then, when right the time is, strike will you. Pierce their ignorant walls with logic, reason; streaming from an open heart these things will be. God's logic will it be.
(Fuck i love talking like Yoda)
He who fights and runs away is a bitch.
He who goes down swinging did his best, but failed.
He who knows when to stay in the weeds, who his enemy is, how to eat bugs until his time presents itself is the true warrior. He is the one who will do good, which is to superceed.
One man must be twelve if we are going to make it through what is to come.
"They fought and they clawed like savages. At the end none had found what they were looking for; and they simply returned to nothing, like they were before."
"They fought and they clawed like savages. At the end none had found what they were looking for; and they simply returned to nothing, like they were before."
If it was binary, where would the zeros go? Every one-digit number has a four-digit representation, does it not? 0110 = 7?
No, i was just saying that it is imperative for new Humans to share what they have. You might only be able to give a smile, but if t=you are aware of how much a smile can and DOES cause at certain times, you will gradually become more aware of your power.
If a guy bumps me on the subway, and i tell him to go fuck himself, and he goes home and kills himself, like it or not, a part of that is on me. It's not all on me, but a part.
If a man acts like a dick, and i let it go, others might observe this, change their mood. I see it all the time.
It sounds sappy, but it is often the best we can do.
