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| In Frued's realm Resides Gaudi's chisel And Dali's brush In reality's absence And prurient normality. |
| That would be the reaction after going to the Gaudi / Dali musuem in Spain and uh, yeah...for Jess and Miss Perry who understand...I'm just going to say: car. |
| Love conquers everything except for the tears it creates. |
| Our Soul An envelope That tastes of life, Smells of hope, Feels like a mist Where I see Love And hear peace Surround us In its seal Secured by God. |
| Love is the master of confusion, Of disaster, of disillusion. Love gives happiness tears And sadness an embrace. Love makes fear seem worse And exuberation a smile's trace. Mediocre is a word no love knows. It recognizes ecstasy only, And acknowledges the deepest woes. A farthing in the heart of a loveless man Is a farthing merely in the hand, But a farthing to a full man's heart Is a rose that says: Never will we part. And so a farthing I give thee With a tear on its face, Knowing your long-awaited embrace Will brighten my smile's trace. |
| Do different beliefs make us bad people? No -- it just lets us reside in houses of glass. |
| My heart's rose has withered, But from its rotting petals Springs a more beautiful flower. |
| The best reason to find a social niche is to teach ourself how to be comfortable outside of it. |
| If Utopia were individual, We would have to find our own little place, Away from everyone else. But then a lonliness would invade. We need others for a personal Utopia. Maybe Utopia would be a group of people so close and so similar they would be pure companions. And they wouldn't try to conform everyone else. Utopia would be a worldly society of cliques that kept to themselves. |
| Well, think about it... |
| If life were simple, we would understand ourselves. |
| If happiness is the absence of guilt, do I really want to be truly happy? |
| read "Those Who Walk Away From Omelas" and you'll understand |
| Life is a polyon and the number of sides is unknown. |
| It's not a circle of life, it's a circle of thought. |