"to judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconsistency"
“you can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing?” --kahlil gibran
what a caged bird. i was on crack mode all through ms cavalieri and mr courtney (6+7) at school. i couldn't stop talking, even when there was no one listening; however, many people listened. what they heard was lunacy sprinkled with obsessive mocking of the ominous figures strutting quite pompously before their befuddled and unresponsive pupils. i feel a tiny bit sorry for them, a really tiny bit, because i know no one (minus a very few highly prized people in each class) actually cares. its sort of all for nothing if no one is really actually interested in anything but a good grade. in other words, i'm definately never going to be a teacher. cool. (thumbs up)!! one occupation down...a million different more to choose from (it seems)... mother and father keep stressing school and respsonsibility and the future and allthatjazz but i would rather sit upon the bank of the stream of time and watch the current move than jump in and go with the flow, however much i pine for change, no matter how much i like knowing i grow older with each passing second...the future is looking bright ahead, oh these times they are achangin. anyways i took a 15 minute nap and had a mind-altering vision in which i believe i discovered my destiny...i forgot it all, but i feel close to it. WOOT!!
holla at ur boy. peace. still carrying the burden of deceit, don't think i'll have a clear conscience until i can be honest with even the most unlikely of persons to comprehend and appreciate me...i suppose none of it matters as long as i appreciate and respect myself, respectively. i really just don't know.
what a caged bird. i was on crack mode all through ms cavalieri and mr courtney (6+7) at school. i couldn't stop talking, even when there was no one listening; however, many people listened. what they heard was lunacy sprinkled with obsessive mocking of the ominous figures strutting quite pompously before their befuddled and unresponsive pupils. i feel a tiny bit sorry for them, a really tiny bit, because i know no one (minus a very few highly prized people in each class) actually cares. its sort of all for nothing if no one is really actually interested in anything but a good grade. in other words, i'm definately never going to be a teacher. cool. (thumbs up)!! one occupation down...a million different more to choose from (it seems)... mother and father keep stressing school and respsonsibility and the future and allthatjazz but i would rather sit upon the bank of the stream of time and watch the current move than jump in and go with the flow, however much i pine for change, no matter how much i like knowing i grow older with each passing second...the future is looking bright ahead, oh these times they are achangin. anyways i took a 15 minute nap and had a mind-altering vision in which i believe i discovered my destiny...i forgot it all, but i feel close to it. WOOT!!
holla at ur boy. peace. still carrying the burden of deceit, don't think i'll have a clear conscience until i can be honest with even the most unlikely of persons to comprehend and appreciate me...i suppose none of it matters as long as i appreciate and respect myself, respectively. i really just don't know.