If there is someone like me
in the world, and I'm at one
end of the spectrum...
Couldn't there be someone
the opposite of me, at the
other end?
A person who can't be hurt
like the rest of us. A kind
of person they were talking
about in those stories.
Elijah, in Unbreakable
Only those who have worn the crown of
suffering can look upon that wondrous
light; and they, when they return, may
not speak of it, or tell the mystery
they know.
Jerome K Jerome, in Three men in a boat
Friday, May 27, 2005
Monday, May 23, 2005
a long way
you've come a long way now. don't you want to go home ?
do you know where home is ? or do you ?
do you know where home is ? or do you ?
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Thursday, May 19, 2005
*chomp chomp*
sticky bun ???? who on earth would want a sticky bun ...
and *suspiciously* why is it sticky in the first place ?
and *suspiciously* why is it sticky in the first place ?
Friday, May 13, 2005
Friday, May 06, 2005
coming home
is when you start to find yourself.
when you abolutely find yourself, everything else melts away ...
and then comes back again to its earlier position, but
superficially.
you're home now.
Don't wait. start now.
and remember, to come home, you need to be out of home
when you abolutely find yourself, everything else melts away ...
and then comes back again to its earlier position, but
superficially.
you're home now.
Don't wait. start now.
and remember, to come home, you need to be out of home
Monday, May 02, 2005
It's called a changeover
The movie goes on and nobody in the audience has any idea
It's only after you've lost everything, that you're free to do anything
An entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables: slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing car and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy sh!# we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man--no purpose or place. We have no great war. No great depression. Our great war's a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars . . . but we won't. We're slowly learning that fact and we're very, very pissed off.
Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. And, I used to be such a nice guy.
Where is my mind .... ?
It's only after you've lost everything, that you're free to do anything
An entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables: slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing car and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy sh!# we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man--no purpose or place. We have no great war. No great depression. Our great war's a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars . . . but we won't. We're slowly learning that fact and we're very, very pissed off.
Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. And, I used to be such a nice guy.
Where is my mind .... ?
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