Thursday, October 30, 2003
some interesting though childish things has been going about lately i would say....
the utter irony of man's actions and words... total condemnation of others for wat thou dost as well...heh heh i'm getting literary again! its no wonder that Plath wants to die... the irony of this world, the hypocrisy of mankind(ok maybe's that's my reason..and oh dun worry i dun intend to commit suicide!) the world is like a holocaust... of pain and suffering and lies and pretence...
anyway to all that's been going on... here's a song dedication from me...
[Bryan:]
Well I can't control the universe
Cause I'm only a man
And I've been reading the papers
But they won't tell me who I am
[Shane:]
If you really need a new philosophy
Well there's one that makes sense
The one I profess but I say
[Chorus: (All)]
Hey whatever
Let your beauty come alive
Let your colour fill the sky
And say whatever
Why don't you liberate your mind
Let your colour fill the sky
[Shane:]
All the world's a waiting room
And we're standing in line
For the answers to the question
"What makes this fine?"
[Mark:]
Don't let them change your story
Won't let them change your song
Don't let the gurus and philosophers lead you on
Ahh...
[Chorus]
[Mark:]
Wooo!
It's like taking a seat at the roulette table
Just spinning the wheel
Good or bad just take what comes
Don't change how you feel
Youre a champion of science
Or are y'just some freak show's fool
What can not be proved, no no
Can still be true
And I say
[Chorus]
Ahhh...
Heeey whatever oh yeah man! my motto in life.. finally there's a song abt it... *winks to taryn!*
oh yeah and whitby was being ultra horny today.... but i'm too tired to narrate so yeah if ur interested *squints a look at jasmine* just ask me in sch!
found a pot of gold@ 16:06
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"One Art"
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
So many things seem filled with the intent
To be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost keys, the hour badlly spent
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owne, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
-Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
-Elizabeth Bishop