Phaedrus

When a shepherd goes to kill a wolf, and takes his dog to see the sport, he should take care to avoid mistakes. The dog has certain relationships to the wolf the shepherd may have forgotten.

Along the streets that lead away from the apartment he can never see anything through the concrete and brick and neon but knows that buried within it are grotesque, twisted souls forever trying the manners that will convince themselves they have Quality,learning strange poses of style and glamour vended by dream magazines and other mass media, and paid for by the vendors of substance. He thinks of them at night alone with their advertised glamorous shoes and stockings and underclothes off, staring through the sooty windows at the grotesque shells revealed beyond them, when the poses weaken and the truth creeps in, the only truth that exists here, crying to heaven, God, there is nothing here but dead neon and cement and brick.

-taken from Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

Imagine that you are in a feild of blowing flowers, blowing bubbles. What best describes the bubbles you are blowing?

That was kind of a silly quiz...five questions...weird...spelling mistakes...how you life your life...who comes up with this...the title of this post was the last question it asked me...notice the misspelling...

The Avalanches

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effort...what for? Existence? Nothing? you're lookin' good in your atrophy...am I?...why thank you...hate feels so good...addiction...rage...life awaits...who? What is this for? death...so good...like ice cream...itchy...stupid job...money...disgusting...I shouldn't be here...give it to someone else...they deserve it...I don't even want it anymore...ridiculous...like humans...humans you say? Yes!!! what they call humanity...it doesn't exist...sum of my parts...or some shit like that...what? I can't hear you...oh...that's fine...snakes biting in my dreams...but I killed them all...except the one with the three heads...it got away...where am I? someplace gross...they're all gross...ya, you're right...of course I'm right...what? oh, I just said I'm right...why do I keep hearing children playing? It's good I guess...I wonder what they're doing? It doesn't matter...I suppose not...funny...what's funny? oh, just this...what's this? This!!! oh, right...funny...something...something will happen...like death......

Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody...

You should have ran for days
You embrace, you betray
I am sad to say, you're a sad cliche
But when you ran you tripped and fell
On a path that led you straight to hell!
This is the salt in your wounds
This is why I told you so

If you knew, what I know
Would you move, like you do
With malicious discontent you went about
hellbent to destroy but did you have a reason why?

Here's to lowering caskets of old friends,
Choice and consequence, we'll birth a new day
With the death of an old and start over, start over
Here's to burying hatchets in those who,
You never call your friends, we'll birth a new day
With the death of an old and start over, start over

Can you breathe in, reach in and let it out
The evil inside, that's eating you out, tonight!
With every venomous move,
I will suck you up and spit you out
Get out of my life, get out of my sight!

Here's to lowering caskets of old friends,
Choice and consequence, we'll birth a new day
With the death of an old and start over, start over
Here's to burying hatchets in those who,
You never call your friends, we'll birth a new day
With the death of an old and start over, start over

You let yourself get carried away
Don't act like your ashamed
You let yourself get carried away
Bow your head now accept the blame
You let yourself get carried away
Bury this with you a waste

And now it's time to see, what you don't mean to me
Now it's time to see what you don't mean to me
Now it's time to see what you don't mean

Here's to lowering caskets of old friends,
Choice and consequence, we'll birth a new day
With the death of an old and start over, start over
Here's to burying hatchets in those who,
You never call your friends, we'll birth a new day
With the death of an old and....