Wednesday, April 27, 2011

I'm not in a bad mood, but this song is rocking my mind right now.

You and I, we may look the same, but we are very far apart.
There're bullet-holes where my compassion used to be, and there is violence in my heart.

Into fire you can send us, from the fire we return.
You can label us a consequence of how much you have to learn.

You can try but you'll never understand.
This is something you will never understand.
Can you hear it now? Hear it coming now?

You have set something in motion much greater than you've ever known.
Standing there in all your grand naivety about to reap what you have sown.

Time will feed upon your weaknesses and soon you'll lose the will to care.
When you return to the place that you call home, we will be there.

-NIN

Saturday, April 23, 2011

All the other girls here are stars, you are the Northern Lights

She's as easy to know as a broken mystery.
Water under the bridge is never coming back.
-Anne, Josh Ritter

Thursday, April 21, 2011

I can't read it without getting tingles.

There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

Excerpt, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The Atlas Shrugged movie was comically bad.

People think that a liar gains a victory over his victim. What I've learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one's reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one's master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person's view requires to be faked. | S3C2

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

"To judge from the notions expounded by theologians, one must conclude that God created most men simply with a view to crowding hell."
— Marquis de Sade