Monday, March 28, 2011
make me move, make me groove
You don't know, what you do to me (What you do to me)
All I see, is new to me (New to me)
Just four dollar bars, and embelished strong
Said you had, done me wrong
But we'll see (We'll see)
Yeah, what you do to me (What you do to me)
(In the meantime, in the meantime, they won't bother me. )
They don't bother you, well they don't bother me
Engine too loud in this brand new Ferrari V
So we couldn't hear the haters anyway, pardon me
Girls say I'm one of the biggest hearbreakers arguably
Cupid shoot arrows but this girl make my heart bleed
I swear to God if I die she could make my heart beat
Beat, please resuscitate a G
Give me mouth-to-mouth or even give me south-to mouth
Damn 'cause you don't know what she do to me
She could kill my soul only thing left is a eulogy
She so hot and ain't another brother cool as me
To get her cold as me I think I gotta buy her jewelry
What she do to me
Darling no, ha, what you do to me (what you do to me)
All I see, yeah, is new to me (Is new to me)
These strange colors, and all the others, no they can't see
(Done me wrong, we'll see, we'll see)
Oh mama, what you do to me (what you do to me)
(In the meantime, in the meantime, they won't bother me. )
(Verse Two - Billy Danze)
I'm from the hell hole
The total opposite of Melrose
Is where the homies get the money through the steel doors
If you don't know me I suggest you ask your kinfolk
Tell them the man here
Billy Danze here
Black Keys here
MO-P's here
You say its poppin' if its rockin' listen we there
(You don't know)
Come on be clear
(Whatever you do to me)
You could never ruin me
I'm good, I flooded the hood like A.C.
I'm modest - so you ain't really gotta praise me
I'm the artist, that's ghetto-ly known as O.G.
With the (Magnum)
With forever kid (Swagger) You could never get
Darling no, ha, what you do to me (what you do to me)
All I see, yeah, is new to me (Is new to me)
These strange colors, and all the others, no they can't see
(Done me wrong, we'll see, we'll see)
Oh mama, what you do to me (what you do to me)
(In the meantime, in the meantime, they won't bother me. )
All I see, is new to me (New to me)
Just four dollar bars, and embelished strong
Said you had, done me wrong
But we'll see (We'll see)
Yeah, what you do to me (What you do to me)
(In the meantime, in the meantime, they won't bother me. )
They don't bother you, well they don't bother me
Engine too loud in this brand new Ferrari V
So we couldn't hear the haters anyway, pardon me
Girls say I'm one of the biggest hearbreakers arguably
Cupid shoot arrows but this girl make my heart bleed
I swear to God if I die she could make my heart beat
Beat, please resuscitate a G
Give me mouth-to-mouth or even give me south-to mouth
Damn 'cause you don't know what she do to me
She could kill my soul only thing left is a eulogy
She so hot and ain't another brother cool as me
To get her cold as me I think I gotta buy her jewelry
What she do to me
Darling no, ha, what you do to me (what you do to me)
All I see, yeah, is new to me (Is new to me)
These strange colors, and all the others, no they can't see
(Done me wrong, we'll see, we'll see)
Oh mama, what you do to me (what you do to me)
(In the meantime, in the meantime, they won't bother me. )
(Verse Two - Billy Danze)
I'm from the hell hole
The total opposite of Melrose
Is where the homies get the money through the steel doors
If you don't know me I suggest you ask your kinfolk
Tell them the man here
Billy Danze here
Black Keys here
MO-P's here
You say its poppin' if its rockin' listen we there
(You don't know)
Come on be clear
(Whatever you do to me)
You could never ruin me
I'm good, I flooded the hood like A.C.
I'm modest - so you ain't really gotta praise me
I'm the artist, that's ghetto-ly known as O.G.
With the (Magnum)
With forever kid (Swagger) You could never get
Darling no, ha, what you do to me (what you do to me)
All I see, yeah, is new to me (Is new to me)
These strange colors, and all the others, no they can't see
(Done me wrong, we'll see, we'll see)
Oh mama, what you do to me (what you do to me)
(In the meantime, in the meantime, they won't bother me. )
Friday, March 25, 2011
you're all I need to get mary :)
I wanna fry you up like onions and peppers in a juicy fajita.
The only guarantee in life is a life worth dying for.
These warehouse wages
Kill the ends introduction man I should have schooled it up
When I was younger should have stuck to plan
Always had the dreams of being more self assertive
And my kids a teenager now he needs the health insurance
So break my body
Break break my soul down
Just another zombie walking blindly through your ghost town
Pull up to the bar to politic and tap the power
Aint nobody really all that jolly at your happy hour
But I don't want to go home yet
So I'm gonna talk to my cigarette
And that television set
It doesn't matter what brand or station
Anything to take away from the current situation
No overtime pay no holiday
Months behind on everything but the lottery
Went around the corner guaranteeing that my car died
Wifey having trouble trying to juggle both the part times
My cup aint close to filled up
We trying to build up so we can have enough
And when I finally get the color
There won?t be nothing left to paint on
A friend of mine tried to kill himself to the same song
My better half is mad at making magic out of canned goods
My tax bracket status gotta questioning my man hood
My shorty got caught smoking weed at a concert
And if I smack em everybody treats me like a monster
My neighbors aint doing much better
And we making competition instead of sticking together
Cant save no nest egg in fact this nest is rented
In fact that rent is late, wait
The money aint here the raise aint coming
Just me and my son and that crazy woman
And those bartenders this whole fucking country
Got everybody swallowing that lunch meat
Maybe we can speed up the process
Kill me in my thirties in the name of progress
Put me in the dirt and then change the topic
Some time it seems like the only way to stop it
Contemplate my departure date
Doesn?t take a lot to get a lot of us to talk this way
Take a shot at me that's all i'm obligated for
Apparently my only guarantee is a walk away
The only guarantee in life is a life worth dying for
The only guarantee in life is a life worth dying for
Cause death don?t wait for no one
Sitting on your front door
The only guarantee in life is a life worth dying for
Cause death don?t wait for no one
Sitting on your front door
[Slug]
They love the taste of blood
Now I don't know what that means, but I know that I mean it
Maybe they're as evil as they seem
Or maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic
"Atmosphere finally made a good record."
Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing
The last time I felt as sick and contradictive as this
Was the last time we played a show in Cinnci'
"Get real." they tell me
If only they knew how real this life really gets
They would stop acting like a silly bitch
They would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it
Doesn't take much and that's messed up
Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us
While everyone was trying to out-do the last man
I was just a ghost trying to catch some Mrs. Pac-Man
Hello ma'am, would you be interested
In some sexual positions and emotional investments
See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
When I be askin', "Yo, where did all the passion go?"
East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest
Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh
Somebody give me a big yes (YES!)
God Bless America, but she stole the B from "Bless" (Accept it)
Now I'm too fucked up to dance
So I'm gonna sit with my hand down the front of my pants
You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chance
So go pry open that trunk and get those amps (You know!)
[Chorus x2]
In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move back and forth between both
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance
[Slug]
So now I keep a close eye on my pets
Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense
It's eat, sleep, fuck in self defense
So straight you can set your clocks and place bets
Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead
Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said
Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land
With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands
Yeah I got some last words, FUCK ALL OF YOU ALL!
Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball
Gotta journey the world in a hurry
Cause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury
Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the city
But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why you're killing 'em
Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty
But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium
[Chorus x2]
In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move back and forth between both
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance
I gotta find my balance
I gotta find my balance
[Slug]
Now all my friends are famous
It's either one thing or another
They all don't know what my name is
Probably know both of my brothers
The one is a hard workin' savior
The other's a hard workin' soldier
I'm just your next door neighbor
Workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober
You wait for the car at the corner
Pretend like you know what the pot is
Won't quit till I hit California
And make you my Golden State goddess
They love the taste of blood
Now I don't know what that means, but I know that I mean it
Maybe they're as evil as they seem
Or maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic
"Atmosphere finally made a good record."
Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing
The last time I felt as sick and contradictive as this
Was the last time we played a show in Cinnci'
"Get real." they tell me
If only they knew how real this life really gets
They would stop acting like a silly bitch
They would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it
Doesn't take much and that's messed up
Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us
While everyone was trying to out-do the last man
I was just a ghost trying to catch some Mrs. Pac-Man
Hello ma'am, would you be interested
In some sexual positions and emotional investments
See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
When I be askin', "Yo, where did all the passion go?"
East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest
Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh
Somebody give me a big yes (YES!)
God Bless America, but she stole the B from "Bless" (Accept it)
Now I'm too fucked up to dance
So I'm gonna sit with my hand down the front of my pants
You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chance
So go pry open that trunk and get those amps (You know!)
[Chorus x2]
In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move back and forth between both
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance
[Slug]
So now I keep a close eye on my pets
Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense
It's eat, sleep, fuck in self defense
So straight you can set your clocks and place bets
Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead
Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said
Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land
With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands
Yeah I got some last words, FUCK ALL OF YOU ALL!
Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball
Gotta journey the world in a hurry
Cause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury
Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the city
But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why you're killing 'em
Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty
But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium
[Chorus x2]
In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move back and forth between both
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance
I gotta find my balance
I gotta find my balance
[Slug]
Now all my friends are famous
It's either one thing or another
They all don't know what my name is
Probably know both of my brothers
The one is a hard workin' savior
The other's a hard workin' soldier
I'm just your next door neighbor
Workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober
You wait for the car at the corner
Pretend like you know what the pot is
Won't quit till I hit California
And make you my Golden State goddess
Thursday, March 24, 2011
that box
think like this ----------> ...
not like this ------------>
It's good to remind myself of those little bell rings, and it's even more marvelous that philosophy of life can lead to the oh so dirty cash stackin thrilla things.
I love the way you wiggle and wobble it, its so marvelous.
not like this ------------>
It's good to remind myself of those little bell rings, and it's even more marvelous that philosophy of life can lead to the oh so dirty cash stackin thrilla things.
I love the way you wiggle and wobble it, its so marvelous.
my mind crunching under my fiery feet
What do you do when you want to find happiness but don't know what you really want, or what truly makes you happy? How do you find something that you're clueless about? Where do you look for that something when it's not tangibly findable? It's almost as if I were to begin where I finish and end where I began.. It's just as if I hadn't started looking in the first place, and just stayed in place the entire time.
stay grounded. best advice.
im feelin blue.
I miss you I miss you I miss you....
hawkwind
hawkish
weeish
misses wee
the wee
hawk
hawky
hockey puck
the weiner
poo
oh bear
the bear
the wee bear
bur
she be
little one
little
dark one
black oneThursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
wiggles in their natural pedophile state
Early WIGGLES when their production values were low. SO low.
Fish, Dinosaur, Fruit Salad, pointing fingers at their genitals, "going up" and then "going down". All sexual slang and innuendo. I always thought these guys were pedophiles.
Fish, Dinosaur, Fruit Salad, pointing fingers at their genitals, "going up" and then "going down". All sexual slang and innuendo. I always thought these guys were pedophiles.
black star - respiration
"What'd you do last night?"
"We did umm, two whole cars
It was me, Dez, and Main Three right?
And on the first car in small letters it said
'All you see is..' and then you know
big, big, you know some block silver letters
that said '..crime in the city' right?"
"It just took up the whole car?"
"Yeah yeah, it was a whole car and shit..."
[spanish speaking woman] Escuchela.. la ciudad respirando
(translation of spanish: Listen to it.. the city breathing)
* woman repeats 3X *
[spanish speaking woman] Escuchela..
[Mos Def]
The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
Shinin, like who on top of this?
People was tusslin, arguin and bustlin
Gangstaz of Gotham hardcore hustlin
I'm wrestlin with words and ideas
My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit
the scribes can apply to transcript, yo
This ain't no time where the usual is suitable
Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable
The indisputable, we New York the narcotic
Strength in metal and fiber optics
where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
for profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin class watches
Skyscrapers is collosus, the cost of living
is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options
No Batman and Robin, can't tell between
the cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
My eagle talons STAY sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin
You either make a way or stay sobbin, the Shiny Apple
is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat
You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat
Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down
Spotlight to savages, NASDAQ averages
My narrative, rose to explain this existance
Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance
[Chorus]
So much on my mind that I can't recline
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving
[Talib Kweli]
Breathin in deep city breaths, sittin on shitty steps
we stoop to new lows, hell froze the night the city slept
The beast crept through concrete jungles
communicatin with one another
And ghetto birds where waters fall
from the hydrants to the gutters
The beast walk the beats, but the beats we be makin
You on the wrong side of the track, lookin visibly shaken
Taken them plungers, plungin to death that's painted by the numbers
with crime unapplied pressure, cats is playin God
but havin children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
we played against each other like puppets, swearin you got pull
when the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes
Gettin knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise
Look in the skies for God, what you see besides the smog
is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene
Thoughts that people put in the air
Places where you could get murdered over a glare
But everything is fair
It's a paradox we call reality
So keepin it real will make you casualty of abnormal normality
Killers Born Naturally like, Mickey and Mallory
Not knowing the ways'll get you capped like an NBA salary
Some cats be emceeing to illustrate what we be seeing
Hard to be a spiritual being when shit is shakin what you believe in
For trees to grow in Brooklyn, seeds need to be planted
I'm asking if y'all feel me AND THE CROWD LEFT ME STRANDED
My blood pressure boiled and rose, cause New York niggaz
actin spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go
I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates
New York life type trife the Roman Empire state
[Chorus]
[spanish speaking woman]
[Common]
Yo...on The Amen, Corner I stood lookin at my former hood
Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask it
Mixin down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered
I coreograph seven steps to heaven
And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened
Veteran of a cold war It's Chica-I-go for
What I know or, what's known
So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home
From the crib I spend months gone
Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin to shorties cuss long
Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong
Tried to call, or at least beep the Lord, but didn't have a touch-tone
It's a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on
Some of this land I must own
Outta the city, they want us gone
Tearin down the 'jects creatin plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my guy how he thought travellin the world sound
Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown
It's deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep
Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep
Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep
Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep
[Chorus 2X]
"We did umm, two whole cars
It was me, Dez, and Main Three right?
And on the first car in small letters it said
'All you see is..' and then you know
big, big, you know some block silver letters
that said '..crime in the city' right?"
"It just took up the whole car?"
"Yeah yeah, it was a whole car and shit..."
[spanish speaking woman] Escuchela.. la ciudad respirando
(translation of spanish: Listen to it.. the city breathing)
* woman repeats 3X *
[spanish speaking woman] Escuchela..
[Mos Def]
The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
Shinin, like who on top of this?
People was tusslin, arguin and bustlin
Gangstaz of Gotham hardcore hustlin
I'm wrestlin with words and ideas
My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit
the scribes can apply to transcript, yo
This ain't no time where the usual is suitable
Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable
The indisputable, we New York the narcotic
Strength in metal and fiber optics
where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
for profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin class watches
Skyscrapers is collosus, the cost of living
is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options
No Batman and Robin, can't tell between
the cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
My eagle talons STAY sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin
You either make a way or stay sobbin, the Shiny Apple
is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat
You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat
Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down
Spotlight to savages, NASDAQ averages
My narrative, rose to explain this existance
Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance
[Chorus]
So much on my mind that I can't recline
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving
[Talib Kweli]
Breathin in deep city breaths, sittin on shitty steps
we stoop to new lows, hell froze the night the city slept
The beast crept through concrete jungles
communicatin with one another
And ghetto birds where waters fall
from the hydrants to the gutters
The beast walk the beats, but the beats we be makin
You on the wrong side of the track, lookin visibly shaken
Taken them plungers, plungin to death that's painted by the numbers
with crime unapplied pressure, cats is playin God
but havin children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
we played against each other like puppets, swearin you got pull
when the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes
Gettin knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise
Look in the skies for God, what you see besides the smog
is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene
Thoughts that people put in the air
Places where you could get murdered over a glare
But everything is fair
It's a paradox we call reality
So keepin it real will make you casualty of abnormal normality
Killers Born Naturally like, Mickey and Mallory
Not knowing the ways'll get you capped like an NBA salary
Some cats be emceeing to illustrate what we be seeing
Hard to be a spiritual being when shit is shakin what you believe in
For trees to grow in Brooklyn, seeds need to be planted
I'm asking if y'all feel me AND THE CROWD LEFT ME STRANDED
My blood pressure boiled and rose, cause New York niggaz
actin spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go
I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates
New York life type trife the Roman Empire state
[Chorus]
[spanish speaking woman]
[Common]
Yo...on The Amen, Corner I stood lookin at my former hood
Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask it
Mixin down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered
I coreograph seven steps to heaven
And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened
Veteran of a cold war It's Chica-I-go for
What I know or, what's known
So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home
From the crib I spend months gone
Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin to shorties cuss long
Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong
Tried to call, or at least beep the Lord, but didn't have a touch-tone
It's a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on
Some of this land I must own
Outta the city, they want us gone
Tearin down the 'jects creatin plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my guy how he thought travellin the world sound
Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown
It's deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep
Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep
Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep
Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep
[Chorus 2X]
what about the wittle things?
Standing In Silence by Rhian Sheehan.
................. standing in silence. Nothing could explain how I feel more.
off with the old on with the new? oh so rank.
August 5th, 2010
I always seem to discover so much truth when I'm alone. Not the kind of truth that turns your world upside down or right side up, but rather brings out the simplicities of life in general. If I were to ever find such ways to extract these joys out of such little discoveries, then I feel that I could be a whole; A complete. I would be so susceptible to life-changing experiences and ever-changing growth of wisdom and knowledge. If only I could lay my pretend halo down for more than a night, then I could shockingly be free. Yet is freedom really free nowadays? Only my definition of "free" is not nearly as other-worldly as others. Don't expect me to explain because I have difficulty as is shoving my thoughts into words. I am bewildered that life itself refuses to bow down to sanity or insanity, but I do believe I fancy it better that way anyhow. I will probably never learn to throw my guard down and be entirely and irrevocably free, which scares and shocks me at the same time. As meaningless as religion is to me, my curiosity cannot help but prowl and nag at such atrocities. I could always be wrong. The discovery of the little amenities of living humanely and harmonically are such brilliant concepts to me, and in which I have lost faith in entirely. Every little aspect of life from breathing, to feelings, to senses simply blows my entire perspective out of proportion. Why is it that we have acquired such necessities? Why are our complexities so unjust at times? I continue to feed my need to figure these sorts of "barriers" and ever-growing bushes of wisdom out on my own, but when is it ever enough? Is there ever a point of enough? Is there an end of the tunnel or does it continue to stretch unknowingly and/or unwillingly? I've built my own knowledge base on my own personal experience and others' as well, only taking wanted input here and there. I guess this wonderful stubbornness has grown on me through my teenaged years, not to mention the fact that it's in my blood. Thank you Papa, I sure adore it. I am bound to soak up what I wish, and do away with the rest of what I see as unnecessary. But how am I to determine what is needed or unneeded? All knowledge and information that can be gained from this life should be important to me right? Do I take what I want and leave the rest, or do I take it all and use what I need to? Bare necessities.
I always seem to discover so much truth when I'm alone. Not the kind of truth that turns your world upside down or right side up, but rather brings out the simplicities of life in general. If I were to ever find such ways to extract these joys out of such little discoveries, then I feel that I could be a whole; A complete. I would be so susceptible to life-changing experiences and ever-changing growth of wisdom and knowledge. If only I could lay my pretend halo down for more than a night, then I could shockingly be free. Yet is freedom really free nowadays? Only my definition of "free" is not nearly as other-worldly as others. Don't expect me to explain because I have difficulty as is shoving my thoughts into words. I am bewildered that life itself refuses to bow down to sanity or insanity, but I do believe I fancy it better that way anyhow. I will probably never learn to throw my guard down and be entirely and irrevocably free, which scares and shocks me at the same time. As meaningless as religion is to me, my curiosity cannot help but prowl and nag at such atrocities. I could always be wrong. The discovery of the little amenities of living humanely and harmonically are such brilliant concepts to me, and in which I have lost faith in entirely. Every little aspect of life from breathing, to feelings, to senses simply blows my entire perspective out of proportion. Why is it that we have acquired such necessities? Why are our complexities so unjust at times? I continue to feed my need to figure these sorts of "barriers" and ever-growing bushes of wisdom out on my own, but when is it ever enough? Is there ever a point of enough? Is there an end of the tunnel or does it continue to stretch unknowingly and/or unwillingly? I've built my own knowledge base on my own personal experience and others' as well, only taking wanted input here and there. I guess this wonderful stubbornness has grown on me through my teenaged years, not to mention the fact that it's in my blood. Thank you Papa, I sure adore it. I am bound to soak up what I wish, and do away with the rest of what I see as unnecessary. But how am I to determine what is needed or unneeded? All knowledge and information that can be gained from this life should be important to me right? Do I take what I want and leave the rest, or do I take it all and use what I need to? Bare necessities.
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