my sadness is high when i remember. the things i know, knew and people that have hurt me, the things that raise my hair on my neck when i unintensionaly glimmer a recallections of them. i remember how this makes me more the man I am today, it makes me more aware of whats out …
No one knows me – fortunatly for me. My fate is sealed, my destiny is predefined. They know me – me by my public interface, my plan to understand this place that pulls at me. I’m hidden from those I know, those that ‘know’ me – I’m alive only when I’m free. At night when …
Somtimes I cannot jump high enough or breath full enough. Like the boundries of my firewall life, it restricts me. I can’t stand up nor sit down in this box i find myself in – i wonder who’s winning? I design my life within constraints of ever increasing, imposing and defying odds – only to …
what about you? Where are the suns rays today? are they pointing down on you? Why do you haunt me so, you’re so unaware – the dawn of dusk, reveals telling rays that shine into my eyes, and tell me of you – that they have seen you and you are OK. Even though they …
everyone is sometimes dead. Sometimes alive – but mostly they are inbetween, finding the justification to be such. one trying to understand life, one trying to understand death – but mostly wonderying why inbetween. evveryone is trying, in the persuit of nothing that they understand yet they persue the thought of something to persue. how …
She cries, her heart is breaking open each time she thinks of it. the impact of life on this earth has brought all as one, lifes most important lesson – tollerance of all life. in the brief moments we were priviledged to see fatbum, we realised what we have done – such a sacralidge now …
I don’t understand the competitive nature of human beings sometimes – most times. At every attempt/moment those that are inferior to you, will try to bring you down – when you let them. My only concern is that even though I let them – Why do they do it? Do I not have enough character, …
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[display_podcast] When the shit hits the fan, This slows thigs down.
Sometimes I want something. But in wanting it – I realise that I don’t want it. Everything about wanting that which makes me feel I need it – ceases – only for me to relapse, to crave the sensation of it, the wanting of it. Sometimes I just hate the feeling of want, not because …