the dreamers death is never shown
Painting the roses red
We're painting the roses red
We dare not stop
Or waste a drop
So let the paint be spread
We're painting the roses red
We're painting the roses red
Oh, painting the roses
And many a tear we shed
Because we know
They'll cease to grow
In fact, they'll soon be dead
And yet we go ahead
Painting the roses red
my day started of with this song
though i forgot the words
then i randomly quoted malrats
"the difference between you and me. is that you'd actual beat up someones gandmother.
you'd beat a whole senior citizens ward. if you believed in the principle"
" yeah, but only if they were really old"
then the wierd part began
in my interaction and communication psychology course we sometimes do relaxation and
meditative techniques
today we were doing one that consisted of four parts
part 1; listen to tribal music and shake for 5 minutes with your eyes closed facing the closest wall
part 2: listen to some wierd medieval guitar music and sway for five minutes with your eyes closed facing the closest wall
part 3: listen to some now forgotten music motionless for five minutes with your eyes closed facing the cklosest wall
part 4: lay on the floor with your eyes closed for 5 minutes listening to unidentified unknown music
i got to part two when i realized i couldnt breath
i was taking air in but it didnt seam to be going into lungs
i felt blocked and i started concentrating on my breathing when we reached part three
but nothing was getting through
at this point i'd been trying to breath unseccesfully for about over three minute and started hyperventalating
i then tried to regulate my breathing and tried not thinking about breathing
this did not work
then my vision turned black and i opened my eyes to see the tree papaered wall
covered with expanding chaotic gyrating black dots
i swayed for a bit and tried to stand still at which point i think
i was decapitated and sat on the floor with my knees pulled into my chest
a sitting fetal postion
i thought i was feeling a bit better
but still coldnt get enough air, so when jim went to change the music for part four
i left the class and walked down the hall
when i reached the girls bathroom i felt like i was on fire and proceded to be violently sick
i then rinsed my mouth removed my sweater and went back to class
its amazing what people wont notice when they have thier eyes closed
We're painting the roses red
We dare not stop
Or waste a drop
So let the paint be spread
We're painting the roses red
We're painting the roses red
Oh, painting the roses
And many a tear we shed
Because we know
They'll cease to grow
In fact, they'll soon be dead
And yet we go ahead
Painting the roses red
my day started of with this song
though i forgot the words
then i randomly quoted malrats
"the difference between you and me. is that you'd actual beat up someones gandmother.
you'd beat a whole senior citizens ward. if you believed in the principle"
" yeah, but only if they were really old"
then the wierd part began
in my interaction and communication psychology course we sometimes do relaxation and
meditative techniques
today we were doing one that consisted of four parts
part 1; listen to tribal music and shake for 5 minutes with your eyes closed facing the closest wall
part 2: listen to some wierd medieval guitar music and sway for five minutes with your eyes closed facing the closest wall
part 3: listen to some now forgotten music motionless for five minutes with your eyes closed facing the cklosest wall
part 4: lay on the floor with your eyes closed for 5 minutes listening to unidentified unknown music
i got to part two when i realized i couldnt breath
i was taking air in but it didnt seam to be going into lungs
i felt blocked and i started concentrating on my breathing when we reached part three
but nothing was getting through
at this point i'd been trying to breath unseccesfully for about over three minute and started hyperventalating
i then tried to regulate my breathing and tried not thinking about breathing
this did not work
then my vision turned black and i opened my eyes to see the tree papaered wall
covered with expanding chaotic gyrating black dots
i swayed for a bit and tried to stand still at which point i think
i was decapitated and sat on the floor with my knees pulled into my chest
a sitting fetal postion
i thought i was feeling a bit better
but still coldnt get enough air, so when jim went to change the music for part four
i left the class and walked down the hall
when i reached the girls bathroom i felt like i was on fire and proceded to be violently sick
i then rinsed my mouth removed my sweater and went back to class
its amazing what people wont notice when they have thier eyes closed