But as long as tomorrow exists there is a chance that a wish will come true. Some peoples reason for existance is that they exist - they teach by being, not by doing. Expanding the minds of others by being different, by being there, by being more than an inch in the local paper, a half remembered story that someone told once upon a time.
Its an odd thing but something I remember out of a crap book of a crap movie (something about Zorro's camp brother) was the brother riding along and looking at a twisted lightning-struck tree still living, still with a few leaves reaching to the sun and thinking it was beautiful, and musing on the classic beauitiful versus the beauty he saw in the non-beauty - the character, the story.
Sigh, all confused in my brain and can't explain better - hope a witchy raven can figure it.
Does it make sense to be vaugly fearful of 'average'? of being normal? of being nothing more than that?
yeah, i can figure your words.... and yes, being normal, being average.... achieving nothing more than mediocraty... living as a hypocrite, making a lie of all my rants and dreams because i'm as uniform as the masses i deride.... the possibility that's true scares all hell out of me.
Its also why me knowing you makes me feel better - I do not live in a grey mediocre world of blandness, however 'normal' I am, or appear to be.
I guess my dreams are small, and a bit boring, but they are there - and some day I may have made a difference, to have been there, done that, to have looked at the world through the cracked mirror and still accepted it as it really is, fairies and demons and all.
And tried to accept those who keep their eyes on their feet - trudging their small paths into ruts that they are happy in.
Maybe to them I am in my own rut - but it is mine.
you don't have a rut - you've got paw-prints in the snow instead, like your icon really. it might be a well trodden path or a new track - it's hard to tell with the snow...
raven my dear, you are beautiful and i know i am affable and need glasses - actually i dont think i do, i think everything has always had fuzzy edges but that BigPeople want things to seem all harsh and pointed when they never ever have been....but i have great taste and a good eye for the beautiful and the sublime. you are both. so there. and about that house- perhaps one day we can all squat it tgether for years till we get residents rights! or perhaps filthy lucre will be drawn to us and make all all all possible... your writing is wonderful as i have asid on many occasions,and i am not free and easy, well, not with compliments at least..... so you're the new british bulgakov and the worlds too blind to see it! manuscripts dont burn darling! and sooner or later, as jimmy cliff sang, they shall realise how wonderful your Great Oeuvre is...n yo0ull be serialised or cerealised, whichever you prefer... =) good luck with the wings and the shadow boy n all
you *are* affable and you probably *do* need glasses if those are your oppinions, but i will take your words with a slight smile and a pinch of salt and your luck with thanks =) and it was good to see you for coffee =)
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But as long as tomorrow exists there is a chance that a wish will come true. Some peoples reason for existance is that they exist - they teach by being, not by doing. Expanding the minds of others by being different, by being there, by being more than an inch in the local paper, a half remembered story that someone told once upon a time.
Its an odd thing but something I remember out of a crap book of a crap movie (something about Zorro's camp brother) was the brother riding along and looking at a twisted lightning-struck tree still living, still with a few leaves reaching to the sun and thinking it was beautiful, and musing on the classic beauitiful versus the beauty he saw in the non-beauty - the character, the story.
Sigh, all confused in my brain and can't explain better - hope a witchy raven can figure it.
Does it make sense to be vaugly fearful of 'average'? of being normal? of being nothing more than that?
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I guess my dreams are small, and a bit boring, but they are there - and some day I may have made a difference, to have been there, done that, to have looked at the world through the cracked mirror and still accepted it as it really is, fairies and demons and all.
And tried to accept those who keep their eyes on their feet - trudging their small paths into ruts that they are happy in.
Maybe to them I am in my own rut - but it is mine.
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you are beautiful and i know i am affable and need glasses - actually i dont think i do, i think everything has always had fuzzy edges but that BigPeople want things to seem all harsh and pointed when they never ever have been....but i have great taste and a good eye for the beautiful and the sublime. you are both. so there. and about that house- perhaps one day we can all squat it tgether for years till we get residents rights! or perhaps filthy lucre will be drawn to us and make all all all possible...
your writing is wonderful as i have asid on many occasions,and i am not free and easy, well, not with compliments at least..... so you're the new british bulgakov and the worlds too blind to see it! manuscripts dont burn darling! and sooner or later, as jimmy cliff sang, they shall realise how wonderful your Great Oeuvre is...n yo0ull be serialised or cerealised, whichever you prefer...
=)
good luck with the wings and the shadow boy n all
love
rain
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=)
and it was good to see you for coffee =)
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