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1: I know I'm no more fucked up than anyone else, but as you said that doesn't change the fact that it can be no fun to go at things through the eyes of your glaring imperfections. I'd like to just look at things with more clarity and less impetuous and over-zealous want to do what's "right."
2: Well...just think about it: what do you "want?" Once you figure that out, fuck imperfections or whatever else is in your way; just do what you want, and get what you want. Make that your focus.
1: Is that always the best thing to do, though? I suppose it is; you're right, it is. I just always worry that I'm overlooking something, you know?
2: You probably are, but who gives? You come to me to simplify things for you; that's what I do.
1: Thanks. Sometimes, things can come out better when you don't overthink them.
Motercycle Drive-By
Summer time and the wind is blowing outside in lower Chelsea.
And I don't know what I'm doing in this city,
The sun is always in my eyes,
It crashes through the windows, And I'm sleeping on the couch,
When I came to visit you,
That's when I knew, That I could never have you,
I knew that before you did,
Still I'm the one who's stupid,
And there's this burning, Like there's always been,
I've never been so alone, And I've never been so alive.
Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by,
The cigarette ash flies in your eyes, And you don't mind,
you smile,
And say the world doesn't fit with you.
I don't believe you, You're so serene.
Careening through the universe, Your axis on a tilt, You're guiltless and free,
I hope you take a piece of me with you,
And there's things I would like to do that you don't believe in,
I would like to build something, Buy you'll never going see it happen,
And there's this burning, Like there's always been,
I've never been so alone, And I've,
I've never been so alive,
And there's this burning, There is this burning ay ay ay.
Where's the soul. I want to know, New York City is evil.
The surface is everything, but I could never do that,
Someone would see through that.
And this is the last time, We'll be friends again.
I'll get over you, you'll wonder, who I am.
And there's this burning, Just like there's always been,
I've never been so alone, alone, alive, alive, I've never been so alive, so alive
I go home to the coast. It starts to rain, I paddle out on the water alone,
Taste the salt and taste the pain. I'm not thinking of you again,
Summer dies and swells rise,
The sun goes down in my eyes,
See this rolling wave,
Darkly coming to take me home,
And I never been so alone, And I've never been so alive.
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"sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love"
- e.e. Cummings, # 86
"some men never
die
and some men never
live
but we're all alive
tonight"
- Charles Bukowski, 1813-1883
"..and those who were dancing were thought crazy by those who couldn't hear the music..."
- Friedrich Nietzsche
You're so money, and you don't even know it.
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It's funny how misleading things like self-expression can be. "Many may throw scorn, feel weary, be intimidated or just won't understand. In the end, the only connection one can make is with oneself; it takes the work of others along with your own work to build bridges with them. But then, do these bridges hurt worse as time goes on? Does the burden they cause equal the security they give, or do we just hold on because we don't know what else to do?" Words worth thinking about.
In other news: Come one, come all to see the work of free-expression thrown together by a few rascally youngsters with too much time and an affinity for paint!!!! Notice of where to find this master artwork will be forthcoming. All rights reserved, (c) 2004.
And now, back to economics.