nomad

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Liittynyt: 26.8.2006
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Sometimes the small world of ours is just way too large and ridiculously plural to know and learn all the necessary things, not to mention experiencing even the tiniest part of all the stuff that you'd want to. Sometimes I really do have the feeling of wanting to live forever. And then I get some good physical excersise out there somewhere, eat a good meal and get some sleep. And the feeling passes for a moment. And when I wake up, it's all dark again, in the brightest of morning sun. And I yet once again find myself asking, among the countless and endless questions to all of the unphatomable universe,  the only one that truly matters: "Why?"


--- And now for something completely different. ---


*cranking the argh!-shift to da max*

I can think of very few examples that would be on the level of this abomination, the sheer drunken absurd appalling ridiculousness, the maddening stupidity and grievous ignorance toward mere simplest of appreciation for taste, the total lack of social intelligence or even decent conduct, the unfathomably sad imperviousness to the state of our planet, and the dizzyingly humiliating embarassment of gullibility and psychological pliability of a human being for falling to purchase any such sort of sorry physical, social, mental or - for fuck's sake! - cultural false value. I deeply and thorougly abhor to the utmost depths of my presumed soul any and all absurdities that come even close to it.

I

*despise*

jeggings.


I also admit that I have, secretely, at times, eaten canned ravioli. I cannot say I'm proud of it or liked it, but I did. Jussayn'. Well, I hope u're all now somewhat informed to avoid both. ... Hopeviced?

Oh, again. "Why?" Gnighd'n'peace.
 

A mourning

A morning

Years, eventualities
What good has time made of us?

Vivid anxious lost beings
We lied on our backs arms wide

With child's eyes seeing the sky
The skies we played under, as

Pirates, astronauts, dreamers
Daring to reach all the worlds

A perfect moment in time
Held by gentle October

I still hold that memory
And the room, its scent, the light

We used to be just kids, us
Toying with all that we had

The time rewinds, worlds collide
And I still see all that light

I can still feel that morning



(Wait, what? What wait? Why wait? Weight of what? ...Oh.)



A morning

Years, eventualities

What good has time made of us?
Vivid anxious lost beings

We lied on our backs arms wide
With child's eyes seeing the sky

The skies we played under, as
Pirates, astronauts, dreamers

Daring to reach all the worlds
A perfect moment in time

Held by gentle October
I still hold that memory

And that room, and its scent, the light
We used to be just kids, us

Toying with all that we had
The time rewinds, worlds collide

And I still see all that light
I can still feel that mourning
 
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Well put. This takes me back in time. Thank you.
 

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