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Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Lyrics; Simon and Garfunkel: Patterns
The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves,
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees,
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall,
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawl.
Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little room,
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom.
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me.
From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death,
There are patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath.
Like a rat in a maze
The path before me lies,
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies.
And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell,
And it's fitting that it should,
For in darkness I must dwell.
Like the color of my skin,
Or the day that I grow old,
My life is made of patterns
That can scarcely be controlled.
With the hush of falling leaves,
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees,
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall,
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawl.
Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little room,
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom.
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me.
From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death,
There are patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath.
Like a rat in a maze
The path before me lies,
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies.
And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell,
And it's fitting that it should,
For in darkness I must dwell.
Like the color of my skin,
Or the day that I grow old,
My life is made of patterns
That can scarcely be controlled.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Mean what you say
Mean what you say you idiot!
If you don't know what you are saying
DON'T
You have no idea how offensive you can be by saying things you don't understand
There is a reason we don't box types
It is because for every rule there must be an exception
And you
YOU
Just...
GAH!
If you don't know what you are saying
DON'T
You have no idea how offensive you can be by saying things you don't understand
There is a reason we don't box types
It is because for every rule there must be an exception
And you
YOU
Just...
GAH!
Note for a mental state
It is interesting to watch the progression of my mental state from stress and survival to peace to anger and frustration. I wonder if that means that the anger was always there and I was just to preoccupied to notice. If there is anyone therefore that I have hurt because of this I apologizes.
Mind over Matter
The mind is the most powerful force at your control
All it takes
All it takes to enact a change
Is to change what you think
All behavior is at your control
Mind controls action
If there is something you dislike about yourself
All it takes is a choice
All it takes is a mental commitment
Mind over matter
All it takes
All it takes to enact a change
Is to change what you think
All behavior is at your control
Mind controls action
If there is something you dislike about yourself
All it takes is a choice
All it takes is a mental commitment
Mind over matter
Restraint
The more power you have the harder it is to contain
If restraint is the ability to hold back
Then restraint is a measure of pent up anger
What is the release?
Does it tear you apart?
What if you are too good at it.
If restraint is the ability to hold back
Then restraint is a measure of pent up anger
What is the release?
Does it tear you apart?
What if you are too good at it.
Power
Power is in interaction
In a voice
In a look
Power is in influence
In friends
In words
Power is in the ability to hurt
In truth
In potential
In a voice
In a look
Power is in influence
In friends
In words
Power is in the ability to hurt
In truth
In potential
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