these are the tools for which we seek,
these cool hands, these flattened feet,
and in the miracle of silence, from that pause
comes an empty moment, fragile and flawed
wordless, attributeless, a non-calm brain
until the old machine cranks up again
and with new motivation seeks the thread
the illusion, the goal, some single, new end
all along the paths, thriving while we may,
we push forward as if forward is where we will stay
but quietly, insidiously, chaos sneaks in
and saves us from reaching the moment, and our goal, and that vim
until at last one day in a miracle of love
we become one with the moment, and no longer walk amung
var's on a song by Fair to Mid by robbiemuffin, literature
Literature
var's on a song by Fair to Mid
mail order brides, turtlenecks and trophy wives, where's my pride?
all had the ways and the means to breach,
the borders of easy street
to blend right in, the family, the neighbors
we all surrounded them in a white picket fence
til both ends meet
there's a time and a place, so I wait it out
for the tug-o-war and who you'd pull for
while on the way between you to me is a fine line that burns us at both ends
two peas in a pod, a battleaxe, a bastard child
took one step more to the source, borrowing from their rain checks
bought the mortgage and that fence
until it crumbled down under the weight of it all
go on now, paint the whole
wish I could be the one who was first
over you
and you minded. wish I was the stronger girl
the one who won it out
and walked away, in time
now I'm scrappin it out in alleys retracing memories in each step
wondering what could I have gotten wrong
was it all about the sex or just...
pretending that we knew what love was
when nothing was left
and now its
good bye
well not this time
because the next boy I find I'll hold him down
I'm gonna be so strong
the next time I'm working up a sweat , and I'm making sure he's the one thinking something must be wrong
I'll be grinding on him looking down into his eyes and saying
baby, I'm o
quiero lamer tu vientre,
nena, el punto de la vida
la flor de la que florece
echo de menos la oscuridad y la cordura
con una luz roja, negra y de sebo
brillando a través de nuevo
quiero sentir una conexión
ser parte de alguien quien
mas grande que el mundo exterior
que abarca a todos
no quiero sentir peligro
quiero compartir nuestra sangre en emociones
vibrantes enredado en una
red de la vida amalgamada
quiero escalar a través de mis años
quiero escalar fuera de mi mente
volver a la realidad
donde puedo sentirme a tu lado y me pregunto
mis dedos en el pelo castaño oscuro
tu piel suave y preocupada a
Yo sueño de volar de nuevo, con mi hermana. Nos convertimos en aves y volar al aire. Es azul, y grandes. El viento nos ascensores, al igual que las hojas. Entonces retroceder. El sol se siente caliente en my plumas. Nos caen y se elevan de nuevo.
El sol se siente caliente en mi plumas. Mi hermana se reía y me riendo. Queremos ver quién puede volar más alto. Estamos raza, y más lejos, superior en el cielo. Pasado el viento, mi hermana va por delante, pero estoy de vuelo tan rápido como pueda. Pasadas las nubes, no puedo ver a mi hermana a todo. Es nada, pero ahora caliente. Caliente.
Pasadas las nubes. Sólo
these are the tools for which we seek,
these cool hands, these flattened feet,
and in the miracle of silence, from that pause
comes an empty moment, fragile and flawed
wordless, attributeless, a non-calm brain
until the old machine cranks up again
and with new motivation seeks the thread
the illusion, the goal, some single, new end
all along the paths, thriving while we may,
we push forward as if forward is where we will stay
but quietly, insidiously, chaos sneaks in
and saves us from reaching the moment, and our goal, and that vim
until at last one day in a miracle of love
we become one with the moment, and no longer walk amung
I'm watching my artists still, but commenting less .. I've got one hell of a nice set of favorites galories, at least :D
not been in my own skin in ages, so haven't the foggiest how to express myself -- for now, still, I watch.
Todavía estoy mirando mis artistas, aún cuando haciendo menos comentarios. Al menos tengo algunas galerías fatales :D
No he sido el mismo en mucho tiempo, y no tengo ninguna idea para expresarme, por ahora sigo viendo
I want something to flow from you
and land wet
on the page, like ink
and build up in your heart like a fire
and build up in your mind, like a climax
and when you have written it
it will not seem like 1% anymore
[ on a copletely different not, merry christmas ]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a88nETBY-dI
no never knew nothing
but what they tell me
i'm a gooood boy
still i
bent my mind around it
too see all I could see
I eyed even evil
to see blinded, to be
i'm just a gooood boy
until i see
killers in fear,
the meek killing me
our wants and our passions
off their leashes
try to make myself into the fashion
for the coming seasons
the hot hot summers come and
the flesh is such sweet reason
but winter's coming next
how could such a little heart appease it?
and
how did I become addicted to the stars?
I never once in my l
The packaging is completely theoretical, but you can order some of the company's tea online here. Their selection may have changed in between now and the time I made those boxes, I dunno, but they seem to make good product.