You know, they say that dreams are real only as long as they last, but couldn't you say the same thing about life?
I am pretty easy to get along with. I have a wide diversity of friends some of whom can't get along with each other but I somehow manage to transend the barriers of different "clicks."
Dream is Destiny.....
AUGUST- MY MY MY LOOK AT U. U R ATTRACTIVE AND HAVE A BEAUTIFUL SMILE. EVERYBODY KNOWS U AND ADORES U. NO MATTER WHERE U GO EVERYBODY WANTS TO TALK TO. U GIVE GOOD ADVICE AND PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS TALKING TO U ABOUT THERE PEOBLEMS. U R TRUSTWORTHY, LOYAL, AND A GOOD FRIEND, U HAVE GOOD RELATIONSHIPS AND ARE VERY ROMATIC. YOU HAVE LOOKS, A GREAT PERSONALITY, AND CHARM. SOME DAY U WILL BE AN IMPORTANT SUCCESFUL PERSON WITH A WONDERFUL FAMILY. BUT KEEP YOUR EYE ON THE GUY/ GIRL U LIKE SHE/HE MAY BE THAT SPECIAL SOMEONE. DONT BE AFRAID TO TAKE YOUR OWN ADVICE. GO ON AND TAKE CHANCES, U WILL SEE Y.
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outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. no self control. kind hearted. self confident. loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. easy to get along with and talk to. has an "every thing's peachy" attitude. likes talking and singing. loves music. daydreamer. easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. loves to be loved. hates studying. in need of "that someone". longs for freedom. rebellious when withheld or restricted. lives by "no pain no gain" caring. always a suspect. playful. mysterious. "charming" or "beautiful" to everyone. stubborn. curious. independent. strong willed. a fighter. repost in 5 mins and you will meet the love of your life sometime next month.
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'
Tired of livin' like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feelin
So what do you think of my little vessel? She's what you call "see-worthy." S-E-E. See with your eyes. I feel like my transport should be an extension of my personality.Voila. And this? This is like my window to the world. And every minutes a different show. Now I may not understand it. I may not even necessarily agree with it. But I tell you what, I accept it and just sort of glide along. You want to keep things on an even keel I guess is what I'm saying.You want to go with the flow. The sea refuses no river.The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving.Saves on introductions and goodbyes.The ride does not require an explanation. Just occupants. That's where you guys come in. It's like you come onto this planet with a crayon box. Now you may get the 8-pack, you may get the 16-pack. But it's all in what you do with the crayons, the colors that you're given. Don't worry about drawing within the lines or coloring outside the lines. I say color outside the lines. Color right off the page. Don't box me in. We're in motion to the ocean. We are not landlocked, I'll tell ya that.
To visible police
presence sponsored fear
battalions of riot police
with rubber bullet kisses
baton courtesy
service with a smile
beyond the staples center you can see america
with its tired poor avenging disgrace
peaceful loving youth against the brutality
of plastic existence
The reason why I refuse to take existentialism as just another French fashion or historical curiosity is that I think it has something very important to offer us for the new century. I'm afraid we're losing the real virtues of living life passionately, the sense of taking responsibility for who you are, the ability to make something of yourself and feeling good about life. Existentialism is often discussed as if it's a philosophy of despair. But I think the truth is just the opposite. Sarte once interviewed said he never really felt a day of despair in his life. But one thing that comes out from reading these guys is not a sense of anguish about life so much as a real kind of exuberance of feeling on top of it. It's like your life is yours to create.
It might be true that there are 6 billion people in the world and counting. Nevertheless, what you do makes a difference. It makes a difference, first of all, in material terms. Makes a difference to other people and it sets an example. In short, I think the message here is that we should never simply write ourselves off and see ourselves as the victim of various forces. It's always our decision who we are.
And you can't fight the tears that aint coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
And you bleed just to know you're alive
A self-destructive man feels completely alienated, utterly alone. He's an outsider to the human comunity. He thinks to himself, "I must be insane." What he fails to realize is that society has, just as he does, a vested interest in considerable losses and catastrophes. These wars, famine, floods, and quakes meet well-defined needs. Man wants chaos. In fact, he's gotta have it. Depression, strife riots, murder, all this dread. We're irresistibly drawn to that almost orgastic state created out of death and destruction. It's in all of us. We revel in it. Sure the media tries to put a sad face on these things, painting them up as great human tragedies. But we all know the function of the media has never been to eliminate the evils of the world, no. Their job is to persuade us to accept those evils and get used to living with them. The powers to be want us to be passive observers. And they haven't given us any other options outside the occasional, purely symbolic, participatory act of voting. You want the puppet on the right or the puppet on the left? I feel the time has come to project my own inadequacies and dissatisfactions into the sociopolitical and scientific schemes, let my own lack of a voice be heard.
I'm so lonely, that's okay, i shaved my head
And i'm not sad
And just maybe i'm to blame for all i've heard
But i'm not sure
I'm so excited, i can't wait to meet you there
And i don't care
I'm so horny, that's okay my will is good
Woman: "What are you writing?"
Man:"A novel."
Woman:"What's the story?"
Man:"There's no story. It's just...people, gestures, moments, bits of rapture, fleeting emotions. In short, the greatest stories ever told."
Woman:"Are you in the story?"
Man:"I don't think so. But then I'm kinda reading it and then writing it."
Ronald Fisher: Beer and pussy, thats all I need.
Sean Smith: We gotta find ourselves a Smurfette.
Ronald Fisher: Smurfette?
Sean Smith: Mm-hmmm.
Ronald Fisher: Not some, like, tight-ass Middlesex chick, you know? Like this cute little blonde that will get down and dirty with the guys. Like Smurfette does.
Donnie Darko: Smurfette doesnt ****.
Ronald Fisher: Thats bullshit. Smurfette fucks all the other smurfs. Why do you think Papa Smurf made her? Because all the other Smurfs were getting too horny.
Sean Smith: No, no, no, not Vanity. I heard he was a homosexual.
Ronald Fisher: Okay, well, you know what? Then she fucks them while Vanity watches Okay?
Sean Smith: What about Papa Smurf? He must get in on the action.
Ronald Fisher: Yeah, what he does, he films the gang-bang. Later on, he beats off to the tape.
Donnie Darko: First of all, Papa Smurf didnt create Smurfette. Gargamel did. She was sent in as Gargamels evil spy with the intention of destroying the Smurf village. But the overwhelming goodness of the Smurf way of life transformed her. And as for the whole gang-bang scenario is just couldnt happen. Smurfs are asexual. They dont even have reproductive organs under those little white pants. Thats whats so illogical, you know, about being a Smurf. Whats the point of living if you dont have a dick?
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