Comments Posted By life
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I must do this and must do this, I do not know det meaning of not knowing when to must. Why must I not do that, why must I do this? It is a sociaty made word and they controle us by it, what can we do? NOTHING, because we are nothing without the higher power and therefore useless with nothing to do.
» Posted By Life On 01.08.2013 @ 8:47 am
Suppose my life could be twist, turned and jerked upside down by the pupeteer, the main character, the head of the show. Suppose we are all puppets, just puppets in a huge ongoing show that never ends or slows down
» Posted By Life On 10.03.2011 @ 9:16 pm
A deer? Here? Dear, look, a deer! Right in front of us, too! What does this deer do here? Amidst scyscrapers and air-polluting cars? Is this a queer deer? Does it fear its own kind?
» Posted By life On 08.18.2011 @ 5:08 pm
Well? What is succeeding in the first place? Who decides if something succeeded or failed? Isn’t this our whole life? Trying to succeed?
» Posted By life On 08.18.2011 @ 5:15 am
i see a hawk in the sky i wondery why. Yet i do not know why he is there or how he can fly.
I some times wish to be a hawk to fly away from this place and go to California and be with Cholo. have a couple of brews and pass the peace pipe…
» Posted By Life On 06.08.2010 @ 11:33 pm
I hate waking up early. I am much productive early, but I am soo exausted for the the rest of the day that I hate it. Everything seems more hectic early. I also hat eto be early to places. But even more so I hate to be late. People should just be on time.
» Posted By life On 09.22.2009 @ 9:39 pm
my attention to whatever is needed in order not to think about what is really happening to me. any form of it can actually work to put me out of little everyday miseries. too bad they always come back the most inappropriate times.
» Posted By life On 09.20.2009 @ 2:52 pm
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fold your hands and sit like that. fold your heart and tuck it away. forget what happened it’s all okay. fold the towels, fold the drapes. it’s gone now, it’s gone away. it’s over everything has folded, that one-time house of cards. folded down to earth, rebuild again an un-fold.
» Posted By life On 12.01.2009 @ 11:13 am