When I was fifteen and had quit school forever, I went to work in a vineyard near Sanger with a number of Mexicans, one of whom was only a year or two older than myself, an earnest boy named Felipe. One gray, dismal, cold, dreary day in January, while we were pruning muscat vines, I said to this boy, simply in order to be talking, "If you had your wish, Felipe, what would you want to be? A doctor, a farmer, a singer, a painter, a matador, or what?" Felipe thought a minute, and then he said, "Passenger."
I think of all the ways happiness makes me cry with the buttered sanguine tears of dysfunction...
For the moment, the jazz is playing; there is no melody, just notes, a myriad tiny tremors. The notes know no rest, an inflexible order gives birth to them then destroys them, without ever leaving them the chance to recuperate and exist for themselves.... I would like to hold them back, but I know that if I succeeded in stopping one, there would only remain in my hand a corrupt and languishing sound. I must accept their death; I must even want that death: I know of few more bitter or intense impressions.
People sometimes tell me that i don't listen to other's opinions, but i tend to ignore such pessimists.
Day after day, they send my friends away to mansions cold and grey. To the far side of town. Where the thin men stalk the streets, while the sane stay underground. Day after day they tell me I can go, they tell me I can blow, to the far side of town. Where it's pointless to be high, 'cause it's such a long way down. So I tell them that I can fly, I will scream, I will break my arm, I will do me harm. Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall...
I'm not quite right at all...am I?
Don't set me free, I'm as heavy as can be...Just my 'librium and me, and my E.S.T. makes three. 'Cause I'd rather stay here with all the madmen, than perish with the sadmen roaming free.
And I'd rather play here with all the madmen, for I'm quite content they're all as sane as me.
I was listening to what you had to say....just before i started to drown it out with alcohol.
You must remember always to give, of everything you have. You must give foolishly even. You must be extravagant. You must give to all who come into your life. Then nothing and no one shall have power to cheat you of anything, for if you give to a thief, he cannot steal from you, and he himself is then no longer a thief. And the more you give, the more you will have to give.
life eats raw meat, and we are made of it
In the time of your life, live - so that in good time there shall be no ugliness or death for yourself, or for any life your life touches. Seek goodness everywhere, and when it is found, bring it out of its hiding-place and let it be free and unashamed. Place in matter and in flesh the least of the values, for these are things that hold death and must pass away. Discover in all things that which shines and is beyond corruption.
FACT: acting amazingness increases with age and britishness
bored: [bawr-d, bohr-d] bor·ing, adj
verb (used with object)
1. to weary by dullness, tedious repetition, unwelcome attentions, etc. e.g - "The long speech bored me."
[Origin: 1760â70; of uncert. orig.]
hun·ger: [huhng-ger] hun·gry, adj
noun
1. a compelling need or desire for food.
2. a strong or compelling desire or craving.
[Origin: bef. 900; ME; OE hungor; c. G Hunger]
celcius 232.7777777777778 - the temperature at which books burn
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans...
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself...
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
i've played too many games with love....and i don't know any of the rules.
This union that made us powerless is talking over our heads. Claiming prosperity in a downward spiral plan. Stuck by the deadly rhythm of the production line. This power that made us unionless is taking out of our hands. Cheapest labour at our expensive cost, auctioned our lives away. We consume our lives like we are thankful for what we are being forced into.
Is it our duty to die for governments and for gods? Is it our privilege to slave for market and industry? Is it our right to follow laws set to scare and to oppress? Is it our gift to stay in line and will it take away the blame?
We can no longer pay the price. We'll get organised.
We will no longer believe that working for you will set us free.
you don't have to get all emo about it.
Flying + 18 hours 46 minutes = a very grumpy Trinidadian....
At least it was 5 hours less than i was told. Still....it sucked.
We are at/around the Forbidden City right now. Me and Duncan are having fun imitating Chow Yung-Fat when the models for this shoot are being done up. We are actually on break right now, and i should be eating instead of typing this.
P.S. - Chinese food in North America is not the same as chinese food in China.
