Oranges and Lemons
Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement's.
You owe me five fathings,
Say the bells of St. Martin's.
When will you pay me?
Say the bells of Old Bailey.
When I grow rich,
Say the bells of Shoreditch.
When will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.
I'm sure I don't know,
Says the great bell at Bow.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
Give me a dog and I'll give you a bone. Nursery rhymes not fit for the nursery.
I feel beautiful today. Which is nice.
Does anyone have skill in interpreting dreams, or know anyone or anything that does? I went from having years of meaningless, incoherent dreams that I hardly ever remembered to vivid, disturbing dreams with a distinct pattern. Another one last night. I'm growing curious. And confused?
I always feel as if I'm disappointing people or going to disappoint people. Especially people that I care about.
Thought about how much MLK contributed to the world. What can I do? What can I save? It's only been recently that I've felt the need to contribute, but it's come strong. I realized that I think a strong voice looking to redefine the modern American conception of happiness from materialism and individual power to understanding and love and appreciation would be phenomenal. Even if it didn't work, didn't change much on the outside, I think that the challenge would be nice. I know that there are all sorts of things out there that are doing just that, but I feel like one that is more clear, defined differently I suppose, would be nice. Maybe there is one. I just haven't found it yet. I hope that those reading this know what I'm talking about.
Tired of being told that I am not worth anything. And selfish.
I accomplish so little in a day. Nietzsche said something about how many hundreds of pockets of time the day has, if only we can find them. I feel pushed along in the current right now. Ready to put my head up and see what's above water. So afraid of growing older. I've definitely felt like a woman lately, as opposed to a girl. Powerful, in a way. Wise, in a way. But definitely still wrapped up in mortality. Which isn't a bad thing, not at all.
I like you, I care for you. We'll see.
I've really been wanting to reach out to people lately on a level that I never have before. I want someone to challenge me right now. To let me talk with them, not to them. I want to meet someone on a deeper level. I don't think I've experienced before what I'm craving now. I know it's something I can't really go searching for and expect to find. But my ears are perked and my eyes are watchful. And this is a plea?
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
Say the bells of St. Clement's.
You owe me five fathings,
Say the bells of St. Martin's.
When will you pay me?
Say the bells of Old Bailey.
When I grow rich,
Say the bells of Shoreditch.
When will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.
I'm sure I don't know,
Says the great bell at Bow.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
Give me a dog and I'll give you a bone. Nursery rhymes not fit for the nursery.
I feel beautiful today. Which is nice.
Does anyone have skill in interpreting dreams, or know anyone or anything that does? I went from having years of meaningless, incoherent dreams that I hardly ever remembered to vivid, disturbing dreams with a distinct pattern. Another one last night. I'm growing curious. And confused?
I always feel as if I'm disappointing people or going to disappoint people. Especially people that I care about.
Thought about how much MLK contributed to the world. What can I do? What can I save? It's only been recently that I've felt the need to contribute, but it's come strong. I realized that I think a strong voice looking to redefine the modern American conception of happiness from materialism and individual power to understanding and love and appreciation would be phenomenal. Even if it didn't work, didn't change much on the outside, I think that the challenge would be nice. I know that there are all sorts of things out there that are doing just that, but I feel like one that is more clear, defined differently I suppose, would be nice. Maybe there is one. I just haven't found it yet. I hope that those reading this know what I'm talking about.
Tired of being told that I am not worth anything. And selfish.
I accomplish so little in a day. Nietzsche said something about how many hundreds of pockets of time the day has, if only we can find them. I feel pushed along in the current right now. Ready to put my head up and see what's above water. So afraid of growing older. I've definitely felt like a woman lately, as opposed to a girl. Powerful, in a way. Wise, in a way. But definitely still wrapped up in mortality. Which isn't a bad thing, not at all.
I like you, I care for you. We'll see.
I've really been wanting to reach out to people lately on a level that I never have before. I want someone to challenge me right now. To let me talk with them, not to them. I want to meet someone on a deeper level. I don't think I've experienced before what I'm craving now. I know it's something I can't really go searching for and expect to find. But my ears are perked and my eyes are watchful. And this is a plea?
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.