From the Buddha, via David
"Let us all be thankful for this day, for we have learned a great deal; if we have not learned a great deal, then at least we learned slightly; if we did not learn slightly, then at least we did not become sick; if we did become sick, then at least we did not die*. So, let us all be thankful."
Bolded by telepathicbotox , because it's that last line where he finds himself at right now (he's currently a little under the weather).
This quote, along with "Do You Wanna Be Buried With My People" by Scout Nibblett is keeping him alive, mainly due to the fact that it reminds him of his loving girlfriend during these days when they only get to spend a minima of time with each other. It's nothing fancy, and borders on an obsessive version of love, but when no one can deny that, when feeling bummed, a little over-the-top romanticism isn't so unhealthy as long as its listener is still in touch with reality.
"I had nearly given up, dear, with all my fantasies
then you come and crossed my path, and so here we be
and how the hell did I live this long without you by my side
Can I believe it's you I've sensed and sung to all my life
arms that held me never worked before until I was held by you
with a grip so still and charged, oh cou cou cou"
Some interpret this song as being about a murder-suicide, but telepathicbotox believes this is a cheap, cynical interpretation. It's a good song, dammit.
Ahem, back to the first person.
I'll be alright. This has just been a rough beginning to what I forsee as being a rough couple months, but I can be tougher than they are.
Bolded by telepathicbotox , because it's that last line where he finds himself at right now (he's currently a little under the weather).
This quote, along with "Do You Wanna Be Buried With My People" by Scout Nibblett is keeping him alive, mainly due to the fact that it reminds him of his loving girlfriend during these days when they only get to spend a minima of time with each other. It's nothing fancy, and borders on an obsessive version of love, but when no one can deny that, when feeling bummed, a little over-the-top romanticism isn't so unhealthy as long as its listener is still in touch with reality.
"I had nearly given up, dear, with all my fantasies
then you come and crossed my path, and so here we be
and how the hell did I live this long without you by my side
Can I believe it's you I've sensed and sung to all my life
arms that held me never worked before until I was held by you
with a grip so still and charged, oh cou cou cou"
Some interpret this song as being about a murder-suicide, but telepathicbotox believes this is a cheap, cynical interpretation. It's a good song, dammit.
Ahem, back to the first person.
I'll be alright. This has just been a rough beginning to what I forsee as being a rough couple months, but I can be tougher than they are.