It makes me smile and puts me in a lovely mood.
It relaxes me, its sight and sound.
It regains my days and brings them in new.
Each drop proves laughter can be found.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
thoughts on sick
It sucks, for serious.
Green snot.
no voice.
sore throat
achy muscles
head ache
tiredness
ACK.
Green snot.
no voice.
sore throat
achy muscles
head ache
tiredness
ACK.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
no name
Sometimes you meet people who work for a place that only menial work... and they like it. I envy these people.
I wish I could be satisfied in what I view as mundane. I always want something more. Never happy with what I have.
I'm devoting the next two weeks to changing this. If I can make it to weeks, I will work for another two weeks. It's probably an on going process.
I'm not going to give up my goals, or find something to do I find un-fulfilling, but I am not going to be searching for 'more'. I'm going to saver what I have, and if I find more, I will saver this too. I am satisfied with life because I am working towards something that is satisfying.
I wish I could be satisfied in what I view as mundane. I always want something more. Never happy with what I have.
I'm devoting the next two weeks to changing this. If I can make it to weeks, I will work for another two weeks. It's probably an on going process.
I'm not going to give up my goals, or find something to do I find un-fulfilling, but I am not going to be searching for 'more'. I'm going to saver what I have, and if I find more, I will saver this too. I am satisfied with life because I am working towards something that is satisfying.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
oh creatures of the intelectual nights
how I can be with thee
the silent connection through the embrace of our intellectual natures.
We hear our bodies cry for rest, while our minds beg but a few short moments more
we allow our minds to be set free
in the night we become our closest friends and still independent creatures
The morning will come and we will still be here in the throws of our books, and with it were the night before
the silent connection through the embrace of our intellectual natures.
We hear our bodies cry for rest, while our minds beg but a few short moments more
we allow our minds to be set free
in the night we become our closest friends and still independent creatures
The morning will come and we will still be here in the throws of our books, and with it were the night before
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