Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.
I’m not the one who’s so far away
When I feel the snake bite enter my veins.
Never did I wanna be here again,
And I don’t remember why I came.
Learn to value yourself, which means: fight for your happiness.
I am not some kind of computer. Only machines have glib answers for everything.
The locust has no king
Just noise and hard language
They talk over me
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
The job of the artist is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.
What was waiting on the the other side of midnite.
Oh baby… it’s the end of the world.
There is a legend in America’s South that the appearance of a ghost girl marks the beginning of the end times.
Between the impression of exactitude and wealth of darkness lay the truth.
The moments of our life are not expendable, and the circumstances of death are beyond imagination.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.
Thought this might be a safer way to communicate with you, and you don’t have to reply so technically you’re blameless. I just finished the new Matrix movie and the ending reminded me of us. Do you remember a long time ago I said that you and I held hands when the world ended? It’s not something I imagined. It’s a memory I have. The last thing we did was turn and look into each other’s eyes. I know this sounds crazy but I believe it was real. When I told you that, I was speaking in tongues, the voice of the Holy Spirit. I know you are married and have children but it just seems too cliche, tailor made, however you want to look at it. And now, me, all alone. Nothing adds up, this reality that has been thrust upon us. And the only thing we want is a second chance. I know you do despite your love for your family. I wanted you to think about that. Remember, love you forever and ever. Love, me
I am now completely alone, surrounded by the mountains, huddled in front of a fire, plotting the end of the world. – Kelly Capdepon Crouch is in Bozeman, MT
More money, more checks
I’m addicted to fresh
Six pair of kicks is my definition of twelve steps
Kick back in the back
Get the phantom to drop
Bass blaring out of my system
That’s how I detox
Anger is an unpleasant feeling. It is like a blazing flame that burns up our self-control and causes us to say and do things that we regret later. When someone is angry, we can see clearly that he or she is abiding in hell. Anger and hatred are the materials from which hell is made. A mind without anger is cool, fresh and sane. The absence of anger is the basis of real happiness, the basis of love and compassion. When our anger is placed under the lamp of mindfulness, it immediately begins to lose some of its destructive nature. We can say to ourselves, 'Breathing in, I know that anger is in me. Breathing out, I know that I am my anger.' If we follow our breathing closely while we identify and mindfully observe our anger, it can no longer monopolize our consciousness. Awareness can be called upon to be a companion for our anger. Our awareness of our anger does not suppress it or drive it out. It just looks after it. This is a very important principle. Mindfulness is not a judge. it is more like an older sister looking after and comforting her younger sister in an affectionate and caring way. We can concentrate on our breathing in order to maintain this mindfulness and know ourselves fully. When we are angry, we are not usually inclined to return to ourselves. We want to think about the person who is making us angry, to think about his hateful aspects - his rudeness, dishonesty, cruelty, maliciousness, and so on. The more we think about him, listen to him, or look at him, the more our anger flares. His dishonesty and hatefulness may be real, imaginary, or exaggerated, but, in fact, the root of the problem is the anger itself, and we have to come back and look first of all inside ourselves. It is best if we do not listen to or look at the person who is the cause of our anger. Like a fireman, we have to pour water on the blaze first and not waste time looking for the one who set the house on fire... When we are angry, our anger is our very self. To suppress or chase it away is to suppress or chase away our self. When we are joyful, we are the joy. When we are angry, we are the anger. When anger is born in us, we can be aware that anger is an energy in us, and we can accept that energy in order to transform it into another kind of energy. When we have a compost bin filled with organic material that is decomposing and smelly, we know that we can transform the waste into beautiful flowers... We need the insight and non-dual vision of the organic gardener with respect to our anger. We need not be afraid of it or reject it. We know that anger can be a kind of compost, and that it is within its power to give birth to something beautiful. We need anger the way an organic gardener needs compost. If we know how to accept our anger, we already have some peace and joy. Gradually we can transform anger completely into peace, love and understanding. Expressing anger is not always the best way to deal with it. In expressing anger we might be practicing or rehearsing it, and making it stronger in the depth of our consciousness. Expressing anger to the person we are angry at can cause a lot of damage. Some of us may prefer to go into our room, lock the door, and punch a pillow. We call this "getting in touch with our anger". But I don't think this is getting in touch with our anger at all. In fact, I don't think it is even getting in touch with our pillow. If we are really in touch with our pillow, we know what a pillow is and we won't hit it. Still, this technique may work temporarily because while pounding the pillow we expend a lot of energy and after a while we are exhausted and we feel better. But the roots of the anger are still intact, and if we go out and eat some nourishing food, our energy will be renewed. If the seeds of our anger are watered again, our anger will be reborn and we will have to pound the pillow again... ...In order to have real transformation, we have to deal with the roots of our anger - looking deeply into its causes. If we don't, the seeds of anger will grow again. If we practice mindful living, planting new, healthy, wholesome seeds, they will take care of our anger, and they may transform it without our asking them to do so. Breathing in, I know that anger is here. Breathing out, I know that the anger is in me. Breathing in, I know that anger is unpleasant. Breathing out, I know this feeling will pass. Breathing in, I am calm. Breathing out, I am strong enough to take care of this anger.
The will of God is peace… When we know peace we become peaceful.
In the end, you create your own Hell, your own God, your own heaven, your own Satan. It says God created us in his image. Create your own heaven with a thought and purpose. Eternity is just a few minutes long until the lights go out. Then you’re on your own. Focus on the darkness and the almost eternal time you have to plan your next move and your next move and your next move. After that, just improvise. You’ll be fine.
No worries girl. Maybe in another life. Maybe next week. God only knows. Love you.