Shared Wisdom of the FrailDriving home for college each day, I pass a Chrisitian church establishment. "Do You Know Your Purpose?", the sign declares knowlingly. No, I do not. Won't you enlighten me?
Artistic Opinion
I have always thought of art teachers...What is it with Betty Edwards? What makes a person an Artist? Art classes taught me nothing. Art books taught me nothing. Nothing compared to what I learned from experience. They talk about proportion, they talk about composition, they talk about technique. But there is one single truth I will share with you ~ non of that matters. The only important aspect that must be considered in Art is moving your hand on the surface of the paper. That is all
Life Situations
"You are very unusual."
What? I was startled. He didn't say "seem" or "look", he said "are", like he knew me.
"I get that alot", I reply like an idiot, proccessing in my mind who the hell this guy is, do I know him, and if I do, it would be rude to introduce myself, and why should I anyway, and why is he talking to me?
Unusual. Unusual is an unusual word in itself, so that must mean he was also proccessing other words in his head like "weird" or "strange", and those are way too forward.
Maybe he was just another comrade, but the obvious trace of thought in him made me think about O'Brian, and how he measures up.
"Are you in my class?", a cheap attempt to be casual on my part, I know, but my reaction is not as fast as I fancied.
"No, this is the first time I seen you. First impression, your energy, I guess."
Ahahaha, my aura, I thought, an immidiate, natural reaction of sarcasm.
"What's your name?", the best small talk I could think of.
"Ëugene, what's yours?"
"Paulina", I pull out my hand to shake his, an exellent notion, might I add. He repeats it.
Lyrics of the Day
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings
I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted
Just an earth-bound misfit, I.
Pink Floyd,
Learning To Fly.
Devious Comments
hahaha - I dont know yours....I am too busy looking for mine!
but be well - know that if you are looking - you will find it....it is those who dont care who dont have one....
as to the rest, including the floyd lyrics, it is your head, and as long as you are ok with it, tell the rest they are unusual...
be well metatetron
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Do not be angry. Do not worry, Be grateful, Work with integrity, Be kind to others.
still going into the military?
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~Work is the Blackmail of life~
[link] I dont discriminate against any media so I have a little something for everyone!!
I have a funny story about offensive church signs...a couple of years ago my friend and I volunteered to arrange the letters on those signs (somebody has to do it). We wrote things like "Worship Cock" instead of "Woship God", ect., it was hilarious! Needles to say, we never volunteered for the same church twice.
And yeppers, still going into the military. The process slowed down a little, since my pulse is extra high (120), so I have to get that fixed before I can actually take the oath.
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It's a free concert from now on!
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It's a free concert from now on!
You are right, my head is usual. But seriously, i do like myself, crazy air force ideas, and all that.
Right back at ya, mate, be well, and thank you
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It's a free concert from now on!
"Your energy" he's right about that. THere's an energy in you that makes one laugh and cry at the same time, feeling extremely exasperated and attentive at once...
I'm telling you though, there's something about strangers...they come up with the best things to say in the beginning, and then, they have nothing to say in the end
higher expectations then they needed to have , i hope.
Just thinking now about those....what were they called...
Jesuits? Or something like that?they'd come every saturday and sunday at 8 in the morning when the whole house was asleep but i was awake watching television shows i wasn't allowed to be watching
and if it was ever just ME
i'd open the door everytime and take that book that book they'd give me each time, andeverytime i'd just nod and answer a whole bucket of lies and i always gave them the benefit of a doubt of a doubt that they might maybe just might have some sense of displacement like the rest of the world.
and secondly....they have a religion, i don't...i respected that...
but i was like, i had a brother who once woke up and opened the door on them and after threatening to call the cops on their god, they never came back...
You are right, we never spoke again. I saw him in the library with a pretty, fancy girl, one of those short ones with yellow hairs. I felt alone suddenly, but not only for 2 seconds it was. But there is always nothing to say in the end, isn't there?
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It's a free concert from now on!
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