Something about the music lets the beat control your body. Remember that?
Waiting for the revolution...plotting it, too. Incessant travel bug. Experience junkie. Honest to a fault. In a word: aloof.
As someone who knows me well once wrote: "Acutely intelligent enough to make you wish you read more often. Worldly enough to make you run out and buy a plane ticket to anywhere but here. Fearless enough to make you think that life's anxieties are a complete waste of time. Committed enough to make you feel that someone's always got your back. Brutally Honest enough to make you blush. Tortured enough to write proper prose."
- Why?
-- Why not?
Hence the insomnia. And the letters. The letters were just pure magic. "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish."
Gold b*tches, hipsters, and electrotrash psychosluts -- don't bother, you're only for our unabashed public scorn when we're terribly intoxicated and bored...
Always interested in anyone intelligent, witty, cosmopolitan and/or brutally honest...or anyone who has a passion for languages, can simultaneously discuss multiple disparate topics in a 5-minute span, or can follow several stories from different life phases in that same span...basically anyone who has the vital balance between intensity and calm, and is clever enough to keep the conversation going.
Anyway...
What is the point of all this?
To destroy a man who seeks the truth, or destroy the truth so no man can seek it?
"Reality leaves a lot to the imagination."
"Computer games don't affect kids, I mean if Pac Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching pills and listening to repetitive music."
"Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever."
"What if all the worlds inside of your head, are just creations of your own?
Your devils and your gods, all the living and the dead.
And you really are alone.
You can live in this illusion. You can choose to believe.
You keep looking but you can't find the woods,
While you're hiding in the trees."
"It's time now...
My time now...
Give me my...
Give me my...
Give me my...
Wings."
If you're not tired of reading yet, see:
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If you are, then do the My Space dance.
Step 1: Delete. Step 2: Delete. Step 3: ... =)
Through the darkness of future past,
The magician longs to see.
One chants out between two worlds,
Fire walk with me.