"At a certain point in your life, probably when too much of it has gone by, you will open your eyes and see yourself for who you are... especially for everything that made you so different from all the awful normals.

And you will say to yourself..."But I am this person."

And in that statement, that correction, there will be a kind of love."

Little girl in stroller to mother: Who made my heart, who made it, huh?
Mom: I made your heart, and God did.
Little girl: Can I eat it ?
Mom: No.
Little girl: Why not?
Mom: It doesn't taste good.
Little girl: Yes it does! It tastes like cake.

* courtesy of overheardinnewyork

Still, my fave :

Death: Del? That's not for eating. I think it's a table decoration.
Delirium: It's nice. It tastes a bit like forever... I like the way colors taste. Except I don't like crimsons... or turquoises... especially when they put their heads in their shells and won't play, and when you break their shells to let them out, they DIE...
Despair: That's turtles, dear. Or tortoises.
Delirium: I think it's Turquoises

Like Al Pacino with a pumpkin head..

Ah,Delirium... Once was Delight!

" Even after all this time,
the sun never says to the earth
'you owe me'

Look what happens with a love like that.
It lights the whole sky"

Did I disappoint you? Or leave a bad taste in your mouth? You act like you never had love and you want me to go without. Well, it's too late tonight to drag the past out into the light. We're one, but we're not the same, we get to carry each other.

Did I ask too much? More than a lot? You gave me nothing, now it's all I got. We're one but we're not the same. Well, we hurt each other then we do it again. You say love is a temple, love is a higher law. You ask me to enter but then you make me crawl and I can't be holding on to what you got when all you got is hurt.

"For a start I don't have anybody I'm in love with. To be honest, I think love is a complete bullshit. I don't think anyone ever loves anyone. I think the best people ever get is horny; horny and scared. So when they find someone who makes them horny, and they get too scared of the world outside, they stay together and they call it love. Second, I don't have anyone I hate. I mean, I know a hell a lot of assholes. But that's all they are. Assholes."

"I am Shiva the destroyer, your harbinger of doom this evening." -Kym

If there is something to pardon in everything, there is also something to condemn.

Norah: It reminds me of this part of Judaism that I really like. It's called Tikkun olam.It says that the world's been broken into pieces... and it's everybody's job to find them and put them back together again.
Nick: Well, maybe we're the pieces, you know? Maybe we're not supposed to find the pieces. Maybe we are the pieces.

Four-year-old girl: You know, sometimes I fart from my pagina.
Seven-year-old boy: That's impossible, you cannot fart from your pagina.
Four-year-old girl: Yes, I really fart from my pagina, and I do it all the time.
Seven-year-old boy: How do you know it's from your pagina and not your butt?
Four-year-old girl: I know what comes from my butt and what comes from my pagina. My pagina feels like a button.
Seven-year-old boy: I don't care. You do not fart from your pagina.
Four-year-old girl: Yes, I do, and Cinderella does, too.
Seven-year-old boy: Just stop talking to me.

*[credits to overheardinnewyork]

It's still not too late to wish, right?


New Year resolution?






Peace!

i've experienced it - what, five times already? - but the choking pain still as killing as the first time. "don't ever care too much" - that's the key. but how can you not to? that's the core for something like that to build up. the carelessness maybe, or the over protective, or maybe just the bored habit kicked in? or maybe... maybe,because of someone else? i just hope all of this to finish up quickly so the pretending will end, quick-sharply, like slitting my throat with a sharp blade...

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd...

~ Alexander Pope ~

Happy b'day 2 me... and the Bond Girl

Feels like you're miles from here, in other towns with lesser names, where the unholy ghost doesn't tell Mary or William exactly what they want to hear. You remember the house on Ridge Road? Told you and the Devil to both just leave me alone. If this is salvation, I can show you the trembling. You'll just have to trust me... I'm scared.

I am the patron saint of lost causes.Aren't we all to you just near lost causes? Aren't we all to you just lost...

Tommy, you left behind something that will mean everything right before you die. What if you gained the whole world? You've already lost four little souls from your life. Widows and orphans aren't hard to find. They're home missing daddy who's saving the abandoned tonight. Wish your drinking would hurry and kill you. Sympathy's better than having to tell you the truth.

That you are the patron saint of lost causes. All you are to them is now a lost cause. All you are to them is now, causes.

Billy, don't you understand? Timothy stood as long as he could and now you made his faith disappear more like a magician and less like a man of the cloth. We're not questioning God. Just those he chose to carry on His cross. We're no better, you'll see. Just all of us, the lost causes...

Aren't we all to you just lost causes? Are we all to you lost? Lost causes... So all we are to you, is all we are, is all we are, all we are is all we are...

Patron Saint, are we all lost like you?

Take what you will, what you will and leave. Could you kill, could you kill me if the world was on fire and nothing was left but hope or desire and take all that I could bring forth, is this hell or am I on the floor over-desperate? Hold hands streaming of blood again? And then take full weight of me. Guard my dreams, figure this out, it's me on my own. Helpless, hurting, hell. Will you stay strong as you promised? Cause I'm stranded and bare. Meanness is washed up in all that I am with is God. Take this and all, then grace takes me to a place of the Father you never had, ripping and breaking and tearing apart. This is not heaven, this is my hell...

"I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen–I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones who look like wrinkledy lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline of good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like the Martians in War of The Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies too. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it..."

- Mr. G -

Bless this little heart, this white soul
that has won the kiss of heaven for our earth.

She loves the light of the sun,
She loves the sight of her mother's face.

She has not learned to despise the dust,
and to hanker after gold.

Clasp her to your heart and bless her.
She has come into this land of hundred crossroads.

I know not how she chose you from the crowd,
came to your door, and grasped your hand
to ask her way.

She will follow you, laughing and talking,
and not a doubt in her heart.
Keep her trust, lead her straight and bless her.

Lay your hand on her head, and pray
that though the waves underneath grow threatening,
yet the breath from above may come and
fill her sails and waft her to the heaven of peace.

Forget her not in your hurry,
let her come to your heart and bless her...

She say it's cold outside and she hands me my raincoat. She's always worried about things like that. She says it's all gonna end and it might as well be my fault.And she only sleeps when it's raining and she screams and her voice is straining...

She says, "Baby, it's 3 am, I must be lonely". When she says "baby", well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes. She says the rain's gonna wash away, I believe it...

She's got a little bit of something, God, it's better than nothing. And in her color portrait world she believes that she's got it all. She swears the moon don't hang quite as high as it used to. And she only sleeps when it's raining and she screams and her voice is straining...

She believes that life is made up of all that you're used to. And the clock on the wall has been stuck at three for days, and days. She thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her doorway... But outside it's stopped raining.


For how long can I hide the fact that her condition will always wrap me in a very worried state? Haven't got the strength to ask her about her illness. And, will I keep that promise not to attend her funeral?

" If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you. Remember the words I spoke to you: 'No servant is greater than his master.' "


Against the great hurdles in life - your strength is measured not by how many times you did not fall, but by your ability to gather all up, stand up and keep on going. Seems like I'm starting to forget all that...

Must you love to enjoy all the greatness in life? If I have another choice...

(@Dreki) I just realized something.
(@Dreki) A is the 1st letter of the alphabet and H is the 8th letter, right?
(@Dreki) 9/11=0.8181818181=HAHAHAHA.

( Extra comments removed because the writer thinks that he is currently under a heavy influence of caffeine. Thank you. )