I find it most amazing that the human ear is equipped with those intricate equilibrium canals that orient us to the position of our heads, the angle at which our eyes are staring. Nature makes us aware of our position based upon the godless pull of gravity; we can't really escape it. It is up to us to keep our heads up and to keep looking forward.

When I listen too intently,
I end up seeing things.

Censure, simultaneously sharpens and dulls, the edge of my defenses.

You give a person a gift,
by graciously accepting one.

we do not know what we think we know.

Ceci n'est pas un thread.

Who can comform to unconventionality?

A carved-in smile would be quite appropriate for so many people who refuse to accept "bad days" as normal.

If I look downwards I always see one side of my nose,
If I look up, it disappears.

We are all wasting our time with this thread.

Isn't it fun? :D

This thread is not this thread.

Existance is futile.


-Borg Existentialism

Without alcohol in my system to kill off the germs... I got sick.

It's a given.....
One touch of my caress either strangulates, or elevates...

Love hurts.

"...love scars, love wounds, it marks. Any heart not tough or strong enough to take a lot of pain."

...

I wake up alone so I can go to bed with you.

futility is when knowing everything is futile seems an improvement.

That one hit hard in my center, mister.

I can't breathe....

that gets my attention.

Thank you.

"I thought he was taller than he is."

"No, he's exactly as tall as he is."

"Ah."

shhhhhhhh! listen!

what's that smell?

smells like....

.........death!

Middle-age is when you stop growing vertically and start growing horizontally.

TOTALITY LASTS FOR 50 MINUTES.



(from weather.com, on tonight's lunar eclipse)

right here, right now.

Tenderizing callousness, always requires a good soaking.

It is pointless to pretend you are dead.

I sha!! elaborate...

It never fails...I find my self in a place of eatery,
attempting to nurse a shattered heart,with food and drink...I 'just' happen
to glance around the room and spy the one couple...

billing and cooing...feeding each other..eyes and souls all alight..

I want to kill them and stomp them dead....

but I know now why I have to avert my gaze..

I cannot hold that feeling with any truth in my heart...

Damn those fuckers!....bless those fuckers...

they are healing me...

Nothing much has changed since the Renaissance.

Nuclear weapons are not the 'RESET' button on the planet's Life Nintendo.

The only way I'll be read....
is if I am an open-book....

Within my guitar there is every song that ever has or ever will be written, and all I have to do is let them out.

You lucky bastard! In my guitar is a broken pick up mic and a ball bearing my 5 year old dropped through the hole that I can't seem to get out.

While my guitar gently weeps, I'm eating a bran muffin.

Timbre and fiber. Two great tastes that go great together. Always knew you were a regular guy.

Feeling can be distracting.

Our idea of progress is now an irreversible mutation.

Paraphrasing myself, is an excorcise in fumility.

warren buffett is leading my life, instead of me...

Benny Lava is the Messiah

Giving someone enough rope to hang themselves, can be a lifeline.