Time to escape
The clutches of a name
No this is not a game
It's just the beginning
I don't believe in fate
But the bottom line
It's time to pay
You know you've got it coming
Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
I Believe.
I believe in nothing, not the end and not the start
I believe in nothing, not the earth and not the stars
I believe in nothing, not the day and not the dark
I believe in nothing, But the beating of our hearts
I believe in nothing, not in sin and not in God
I believe in nothing, not in peace and not in war
I believe in nothing, But the truth in who we are
I believe in nothing, not the earth and not the stars
I believe in nothing, not the day and not the dark
I believe in nothing, But the beating of our hearts
I believe in nothing, not in sin and not in God
I believe in nothing, not in peace and not in war
I believe in nothing, But the truth in who we are
Thursday, April 7, 2011
The triumph of irrationality, and the power that is in it.
Ever thought of how rational thought destroys the soul? We spend a lot of time trying to organize the world. We build clocks and calendars and we try to predict the weather, but what part of our life is truly under our control? What if we choose to exist in a reality of our own making, does that render us insane; and if so - isn't that better than a life of despair?
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