“How’d I let you talk me into this again?” I grunted out as we lugged the last bit of ‘equipment’ onto the roof.
He laughed as he straightened up, cracking his back. “Please. Like I really had to talk you into it. All I did was mention that Kyra MIGHT come watch and-”
“Alright, alright. I get it. My lunacy and yours just happened to coincide,” I huffed. “That’s all you had to say, you know,”
He laughed again and I wondered vaguely if the satisfaction of pushing him off the roof it was worth hearing his gripe about it for the next six months.
The satrs somehow fall behind everything, just like their unfaithfulness to there own space, each individualy swells and burns with the hatered of each of our own darkness. That interacts within each of our personal habits, thus causing great lunacy.
I have this crazy friend. He is a lunatic! He sits backwards in his chair, licks himself like a cat and he created his on alien language (so that he can communicate with the aliens when the take over the world in the year 3049).
who ARE lunatic? definitely leena is not. she live in asylum but know the darkest desire of the heart of the mankind and because she knew and because she knew everbody was sacred of her and send her to lunatic asylum
There was lunacy in the air.
Men would run in the streets screaming the names
of women
women they loved
women who they adored
they were lunatics
filled to the brims of their cups
with lunacy
with love
lunatic love.
Lunacy is all over the press at the moment. “Mental patients” are killing people left, right and centre. They’re a good source of fun in the Halloween costumes in multiple popular supermarkets. But they’re also real people with real emotions and experiences. Without knowing these people, don’t mock them.
I’m perfectly sane.
AND I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY I’M IN HERE!
The walls keep creaking,
The floor keeps moving,
Is this some sort of experiment,
To convince me that I’m crazy?
I’m not crazy
I’m not crazy
I’m not crazy
I’m not crazy,
I just see reality in a different way.
Uniqueness is something we strive for.
Isn’t it?
This is garbage.
He had been tripping over the baggage of life for many years now, and all that was left was a fall from grace and a split skull. The real tragedy, however, was that he had had no control over the events of his life. He was simply his mother’s son.
I was standing there, and although the clouds were thick, the one little sliver of that silver crescent moon was shining through. I was in the middle of something beautiful and Judy walked up and interrupted. I can’t even spell it out now. How crazy!
Lunacy makes me think of the lunar eclipse. I don’t actually know what it means so I’m writing about other stuff. I hate not knowing certain words, which is why I work so hard at my Latin and Greek stems.
It’s lunacy trying to work this way. I haven’t got a plan but I fight making one, because then I’d feel like I’m stuck with that and something better may occur to me along the way. But I’m not making any progress without a plan. What to do, what to do?
The moon did it. It had to be the moon that took me out on the beach that late, where the waves were whipped into a frenzy and the creatures on the sand skittered across my bare feet. I wanted to dive into the waves, feel the cool water and swim across the sea in the moonlight. We all know where that kind of thinking leads though. It’s the ocean, not Disneyland.
What exactly did they think would be the end result, anyway? The shambles of the world, simple fools drowning in their own lunacy; where was light? Where was order? Where was anything worth living for beyond chaos and caprice?
He stared out over the plains below. It’s all such a damn mess, he thought. But I’m going to be the one who cleans it up.
this blog must be crazy, asking me to write about lunacy over and over again
can i get another word, please
i’m not very fond of thinking how to describe crazy
my plate is already full
my life is already a lunacy
trapped by my own incoherent fallacies
let me drown in any of the seven seas
as if any would take me
i’m sure even the waves will not want me
in my dream, i see things that you never see anywhere. i go places that no man could ever go. i do things that humans can only imagine in their lives. in my dream, i am alive. so i keep dreaming until my dreams become reality.
my mind is not here
it’s somewhere else
somewhere faraway
where are you?
i’m still waiting
for you, who left without looking back
from this place, from me
and here i am, staring at the wall
like a madman, i’m crying
because you’re gone
LUNACY LUNACY LUNACY I STAYED UP all night and watched the moon there were clouds flying in front of her she didn”t mind she knew they were just passing by is the moon a she or it?
Baby birds in nests of lunacy; a breach of peace in the walls behind the castle. She tears her hair and makes heart-shaped brooches for all to wear. Red and wiry and singing of the days when she was an egg, blue-speckled and all. They wear them to the councilor’s meeting and ask with silent eyes when this time will be over.
I do not know the definition of this word. Lunacy. If I had to make a guess, I would say it has something to do with the moon as “luna” in latin means moon. Though I know not the definition, the word itself is quite beautiful to look at. Lunacy. How quaint.
It is pure lunacy to go out with a man who does not respect and care for you. It will only end in heartbreak for you. Better to cut the ties before they become thick tentacles around your wrists.
Disaster is precise. Problems have flavours. Sanity is a bright, white sun. It blinds most of us with how perfect it is. We get to watch and stare and flinch away, while whole, glowing people look down and say, well, why not just turn on the light?
Some might think this is synonymous with ridiculousness, or even being ever so slightly mental. I think it’s to do with the moon. Which may or may not be the same thing. But I prefer to focus on the shinier side.
Words have power. Clearly. Without them, I wouldn’t be sinking into this kind of insanity that only my thoughts – the endless string of words-turned-into-pictures running through my mind – can pull me into.
She wore her shirts inside out and waited for popcorn outside the library where she used to work . Once a champion at crosswords, she now tore up newspapers and burnt them to keep herself awake. The day he left, her dictionary had come to a standstill at Love. It never made it to Lunacy.
He didn’t need the moon to appear full and bright to turn him absolutely crazy. He didn’t need truckloads of alcohol, drugs, or whatever kids got addicted on to make him completely inarticulate. No. There were days when he just was, and there were days when he wasn’t. Mostly, it was on the days that rained, when he was alone, cold, his eyes screwed shut and himself shivering and scared, haunted by his past and the demons that came with it.
You think you can retreat into a world of logic, a safe haven from lunacy. But how many mathematicians have closed their doors on their havens, only to come out insane?
It’s not a haven, it’s just a different world. It’s not safe, it’s full of cliffs and quicksand. You just think it’s logical, because you don’t see it.
Can you show me?
I know your personality. Once you find that magic wardrobe, you can’t ignore it. Are you sure?
Ooh, now you have got to tell me.
(He picks up a piece of chalk and turns to the board.) A piece of chalk is like a wand. It helps you to start with, but really, the magic is all in your head.
Just a state of mind. A subjective view held by others to justify their own way of thinking. More commonly a collective term most aptly used to describe the actions of governments, organised religions and other tools of authority. Bunny rabbit…..
how crazy that person was to think they could rule the world, total lunacy. Would you believe that they were once the kings daughter? full of pride and self loathing, but wanting to rule the world and make it a better place all at once. total lunacy. but it is the daughter who shows us how happiness can make the world a better place, and perhaps having a lunatic as a ruler would not be a bad thing after all. how often in history do people get it right? once the king resigns from the throne I am sure lelia will make a perfect queen and show that luncay can get you places and she will rule the world and make it a happier place
It crept into the corners of her eyes, hugged her head until it fell beneath the heaviness, and then curdled around her wilted remains like a loyal companion. Lunacy loved her, and for that she was lost.
I can’t sleep because of lunacy. I wake up in fear I think it’s a mid life crisis at the ripe old age of 33. Can’t breathe too much worry to much weight on me to be better. So many questions unanswered.
“How’d I let you talk me into this again?” I grunted out as we lugged the last bit of ‘equipment’ onto the roof.
He laughed as he straightened up, cracking his back. “Please. Like I really had to talk you into it. All I did was mention that Kyra MIGHT come watch and-”
“Alright, alright. I get it. My lunacy and yours just happened to coincide,” I huffed. “That’s all you had to say, you know,”
He laughed again and I wondered vaguely if the satisfaction of pushing him off the roof it was worth hearing his gripe about it for the next six months.
in history, there’s only ever been
one reason for
the fluid definition of “insane”:
we’d rather call someone crazy
than attempt
to understand their pain.
The satrs somehow fall behind everything, just like their unfaithfulness to there own space, each individualy swells and burns with the hatered of each of our own darkness. That interacts within each of our personal habits, thus causing great lunacy.
I have this crazy friend. He is a lunatic! He sits backwards in his chair, licks himself like a cat and he created his on alien language (so that he can communicate with the aliens when the take over the world in the year 3049).
is it lunacy as in related to the moon. I really don’t know what the word means. Please don’t judge me. I get lunacy and lunatic somewhat mixed up.
who ARE lunatic? definitely leena is not. she live in asylum but know the darkest desire of the heart of the mankind and because she knew and because she knew everbody was sacred of her and send her to lunatic asylum
There was lunacy in the air.
Men would run in the streets screaming the names
of women
women they loved
women who they adored
they were lunatics
filled to the brims of their cups
with lunacy
with love
lunatic love.
Lunacy is all over the press at the moment. “Mental patients” are killing people left, right and centre. They’re a good source of fun in the Halloween costumes in multiple popular supermarkets. But they’re also real people with real emotions and experiences. Without knowing these people, don’t mock them.
person who knows what suits her the best
I’m perfectly sane.
AND I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY I’M IN HERE!
The walls keep creaking,
The floor keeps moving,
Is this some sort of experiment,
To convince me that I’m crazy?
I’m not crazy
I’m not crazy
I’m not crazy
I’m not crazy,
I just see reality in a different way.
Uniqueness is something we strive for.
Isn’t it?
This is garbage.
He had been tripping over the baggage of life for many years now, and all that was left was a fall from grace and a split skull. The real tragedy, however, was that he had had no control over the events of his life. He was simply his mother’s son.
I was standing there, and although the clouds were thick, the one little sliver of that silver crescent moon was shining through. I was in the middle of something beautiful and Judy walked up and interrupted. I can’t even spell it out now. How crazy!
Lunacy makes me think of the lunar eclipse. I don’t actually know what it means so I’m writing about other stuff. I hate not knowing certain words, which is why I work so hard at my Latin and Greek stems.
Null Ankle Ice
Once loomed and spoofed
by nasty Y-man.
It’s lunacy trying to work this way. I haven’t got a plan but I fight making one, because then I’d feel like I’m stuck with that and something better may occur to me along the way. But I’m not making any progress without a plan. What to do, what to do?
The moon did it. It had to be the moon that took me out on the beach that late, where the waves were whipped into a frenzy and the creatures on the sand skittered across my bare feet. I wanted to dive into the waves, feel the cool water and swim across the sea in the moonlight. We all know where that kind of thinking leads though. It’s the ocean, not Disneyland.
Lunacy . . . it happens to the best of us, to the people around us that used to be the best parts of us. That is all.
What exactly did they think would be the end result, anyway? The shambles of the world, simple fools drowning in their own lunacy; where was light? Where was order? Where was anything worth living for beyond chaos and caprice?
He stared out over the plains below. It’s all such a damn mess, he thought. But I’m going to be the one who cleans it up.
People who use their phones, don’t indicate and hog the road are the epitome of sheer lunacy. Whatever happened to decent, respectful motorists?
this blog must be crazy, asking me to write about lunacy over and over again
can i get another word, please
i’m not very fond of thinking how to describe crazy
my plate is already full
my life is already a lunacy
trapped by my own incoherent fallacies
let me drown in any of the seven seas
as if any would take me
i’m sure even the waves will not want me
in my dream, i see things that you never see anywhere. i go places that no man could ever go. i do things that humans can only imagine in their lives. in my dream, i am alive. so i keep dreaming until my dreams become reality.
my mind is not here
it’s somewhere else
somewhere faraway
where are you?
i’m still waiting
for you, who left without looking back
from this place, from me
and here i am, staring at the wall
like a madman, i’m crying
because you’re gone
LUNACY LUNACY LUNACY I STAYED UP all night and watched the moon there were clouds flying in front of her she didn”t mind she knew they were just passing by is the moon a she or it?
Baby birds in nests of lunacy; a breach of peace in the walls behind the castle. She tears her hair and makes heart-shaped brooches for all to wear. Red and wiry and singing of the days when she was an egg, blue-speckled and all. They wear them to the councilor’s meeting and ask with silent eyes when this time will be over.
it was nuts. people were hanging out of the windows, waving banners, singing songs – each, it seemed, one of their own making. confetti was everywhere
sometimes i feel just like the moon
am i too close to this body of water and land
why cant i move away and find something
else to do
am i insane or do i constantly do everything
all over and over
i find myself repeating things, is this dejavu
or just a disorder
am i the moon or just a loner
sometimes i feel just like the moon
am i too close to this body of water and land
why cant i move away and find something
else to do
am i insane or do i constantly do everything
all over and over
i find myself repeating things, is this dejavu
or just a disorder
am i the moon or just a loser
I do not know the definition of this word. Lunacy. If I had to make a guess, I would say it has something to do with the moon as “luna” in latin means moon. Though I know not the definition, the word itself is quite beautiful to look at. Lunacy. How quaint.
It is pure lunacy to go out with a man who does not respect and care for you. It will only end in heartbreak for you. Better to cut the ties before they become thick tentacles around your wrists.
Disaster is precise. Problems have flavours. Sanity is a bright, white sun. It blinds most of us with how perfect it is. We get to watch and stare and flinch away, while whole, glowing people look down and say, well, why not just turn on the light?
Some might think this is synonymous with ridiculousness, or even being ever so slightly mental. I think it’s to do with the moon. Which may or may not be the same thing. But I prefer to focus on the shinier side.
Words have power. Clearly. Without them, I wouldn’t be sinking into this kind of insanity that only my thoughts – the endless string of words-turned-into-pictures running through my mind – can pull me into.
She wore her shirts inside out and waited for popcorn outside the library where she used to work . Once a champion at crosswords, she now tore up newspapers and burnt them to keep herself awake. The day he left, her dictionary had come to a standstill at Love. It never made it to Lunacy.
He didn’t need the moon to appear full and bright to turn him absolutely crazy. He didn’t need truckloads of alcohol, drugs, or whatever kids got addicted on to make him completely inarticulate. No. There were days when he just was, and there were days when he wasn’t. Mostly, it was on the days that rained, when he was alone, cold, his eyes screwed shut and himself shivering and scared, haunted by his past and the demons that came with it.
You think you can retreat into a world of logic, a safe haven from lunacy. But how many mathematicians have closed their doors on their havens, only to come out insane?
It’s not a haven, it’s just a different world. It’s not safe, it’s full of cliffs and quicksand. You just think it’s logical, because you don’t see it.
Can you show me?
I know your personality. Once you find that magic wardrobe, you can’t ignore it. Are you sure?
Ooh, now you have got to tell me.
(He picks up a piece of chalk and turns to the board.) A piece of chalk is like a wand. It helps you to start with, but really, the magic is all in your head.
Just a state of mind. A subjective view held by others to justify their own way of thinking. More commonly a collective term most aptly used to describe the actions of governments, organised religions and other tools of authority. Bunny rabbit…..
how crazy that person was to think they could rule the world, total lunacy. Would you believe that they were once the kings daughter? full of pride and self loathing, but wanting to rule the world and make it a better place all at once. total lunacy. but it is the daughter who shows us how happiness can make the world a better place, and perhaps having a lunatic as a ruler would not be a bad thing after all. how often in history do people get it right? once the king resigns from the throne I am sure lelia will make a perfect queen and show that luncay can get you places and she will rule the world and make it a happier place
the word lunacy means very good .how to react with other people
my name is rasul attar.i am studied in PCCOE
It crept into the corners of her eyes, hugged her head until it fell beneath the heaviness, and then curdled around her wilted remains like a loyal companion. Lunacy loved her, and for that she was lost.
I can’t sleep because of lunacy. I wake up in fear I think it’s a mid life crisis at the ripe old age of 33. Can’t breathe too much worry to much weight on me to be better. So many questions unanswered.