And time marches on; destroying everything in it's path...taking no Prisoners
And the curtain has been drawn

Tomorrow stands before you
And we fill our empty Spaces with Needless Things
Isn't it funny how time catches up with you; one minute your at the top of your game and the next, your alone and flat on your back, three of diamonds
It's the end of the world
And I feel fine.

Everything must die in the end
Like an Ocean
to a Shore
Like a River
to a Stream
Makes you wonder...Is there a point?

People soon forget the kindness you show them
The care.
What is wrong with the human mind?


Maybe we should start with the human heart?!

As I burn another page
As I look the other way

Tristesse

Intermezzo...and then the theme of tears.

Oui, mais pas si nous allons vers un cauchemar...

I am truely sorry and I know you suffered the same pain as I...
and for this I cry...

We live in a screwed up, day and age, where you can't trust your neighbor; where a handshake no longer means nothing...

Where a person's word is like the blowing wind...

Pyroxene of the Heart...

Oh look. Raindrops.

She knows. She guessed.
And did she guess right.

She knows I like her...
But really...I don't see the point of me involed. She likes him. He likes her.

Which is why...desipte being found out. I'm not going to.

I should be happy; 'slong as she's happy.

A true friend is as rare as a unicorn..Millionaire one day; Poor and with no friends the next...

Seems like the nicer I am to people, the worse I get treated

God is not Finished with me yet

Think of it as a Korean drama.

Girl. CEO. Nosebleed and a third party.
she likes him. he likes her.

In comes third party. And all goes hay wire...

Which is why; I shouldn't invole myself.
I could care for all I like. It isn't quite going to change a thing now.

Something always gets in the way; just about as something's just about to break.

Desperate; Yes. I think I shall crawl - Waiting for so long
No love, there is no love
Die for anyone...Oh dear, what have I become?

As I burn another page
As I look the other way

There's a fine line between love and hate
And I don't mind...

"My baby, My baby...!"
"Mother!" The madness is infectious
"My love, my one and only, precious, precious..."

Mother,monogamy , romance. High spurts the fountain; fiece and foamy the wild jet. The urge has but a single outlet, My love my baby. No wonder those poor pre-modens were mad and wicked and miserable. Their world didn't allow them to take things easily, didn't allow them to be sane, virtuous, happy.
What with mothers and loves, what with the prohibitions they were not conditionded to obey,
what with the tempations and the lonely remorses,
what with all the diseases and the endless isolationg pain,
what with the uncertainties and the poverty - they where forced tro feel strongly. And feeling strongly (and strongly, whas was more, in solitude, hin hopelessly indivudual isolation), how could they be stable?

Oh I realised. I talk to myself a lot.

Oh I realised. I talk in metaphors a lot.

Oh I realised. I talk in pictures a lot.

I really shouldn’t have done that. I don’t really like you. I just seek comfort in you.

Wife and the mistress.

But I have no wife.

You’ve just got to accept that your wife satisfies some of your needs and your mistress the others.

You still don’t get it. I have no wife.

She likes him. He likes her…

I’ve lost before it even begun.

Blooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonight
Tonight's fate is the red crown, the red crown around your door

Time is scattering the seeds of the mourning daylight...Time is scattering the seeds of the mourning daylight....

One Summer's Day. It's a Summerisle Reprise

Sixth Station, Mother's Journey indeed.
Bridge to nowhere. it's only the struggle for pleasure; it's a morning passage

It's only one man's dream....Dream of the shore near another world
Say Goodbye;

And any name will do.

It was the wicked and wild wind, it blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums...People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries can wait, just for my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string...would you ever want to be king?

Ah...She's looking well now. Out soon I hope.

Two points;
One, stop acting like a child. You're throwing a tantrum. Grow up, so what if she told us first and not you....start believing it.

Two, Stay mad at me. Give me more time to think. Think about who you really are. I hope I am wrong. And if I am, and my plan failed....in that you'll always stay mad at me forever, then perhaps you'll grow out of your stubborness and realise why I would just randomly tell you that.

I see your face before my eyes; I’m falling into darkness
Shadows fall, let me out, hear my call...
I fade away into the night My eyes are closing in. Shadows are fleeing from the light...
My nightmares can now begin...

No matter how deep or remote you hide; All my thoughts seems caught up inside

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string


For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word

You are far more ...complex(?) then I thought.
Stubborn

You don't take your time to think through it properly. Think about it; why would I just randomly tell you without a reason.
I’ve given you a reason to be mad at me. I’m wrong. You’re right. Keep it that way.
Leave us. Eventually I know. You really can’t have two close friends of the opposite gender. Which is a pity I guess. Especially not if the two are opposite ends of a stick.

Centre of attention. It’s just a little personal message. Do all people think so complexity and in-depth about it?
Ah well. Abaning her for another. Seems a bit harsh.

Moving on. Water infection aye.

"what I think you do like her
but you've resigned to the fact she likes someone else
so you kinda given up"

Sweet, maybe... Passionate, I suppose... But don't ever mistake that for nice.

One day when Pooh was thinking, he thought he would go and see Eeyore, because he hadn't seen him since yesterday.

She looks well today. I'm sure she'll be out of there in no time

Oh, no need for worry. Is worry a sign that you like someone?

Bemused. You can't like two different people now....can you?

We can't all and some of us don't. That's all there is to it.

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

You're always writing about yourswelf
You hide yourself in a variety of ways
And
You meld your voice with other lives

Bright and early for their daily lives. Going nowhere, going nowhere. So close, no matter how far; couldn't be much more from the heart

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

And I find it kind of funny...I find it kind of sad...
I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Happy Birthday!!!
Love you. Lots.

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

I don't know anymore. Rather that I didn't. Bemused to over who you like isn't a good thing.

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

Like to the Nth degree is just the same way of saying love. Just that love....has a much more stronger effect. You like them. You love them.
You feel the same. The words you use, are merly there to save your soul.

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you...
I find it hard to take....

"I know Saint Peter won't call my name...

..It's about ... You're not on the list. I was a naughty boy. It's always fascinated me that idea of finishing your life and then being analyzed on it. And this idea runs throughout most religions. That's why people blow up buildings. Because they think they're going to get lots of virgins...

... That is the most frightening thing you could possibly say to somebody. Eternal damnation. I know about this stuff because I studied it. I was into it all. I know it. It's still mildly terrifying to me. And this is serious."

I only place so much effect is because I only want to see you happy.

Do I love you? I don't know. What I do know is I want you happy.

Smile. And I'll smile too.

"Love: A temporary insanity curable by marriage or by the removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred the disorder. This disease, like caries and many other ailments, is prevalent only among civilized races living under artificial conditions; barbarous nations breathing pure air and eating simple food enjoy immunity from its ravages. It is sometimes fatal, but more frequently to the physician than to the patient."

They hurt us more then they should.
Yes they do...These emotions. Hope. Indeed; hope is one emotion that keeps us going.
Even false hope is better than none.

We need a talk. Somewhere no one will jugde us. We need a walk; to a middle of nowhere.

No. Better to write it down. 'least the paper won't judge. Perhaps pour into the piano. 'least the piano won't shout back.
No. Perhaps somewhere in time...everyone seems to find their place, everyone seems to have a place where they do belong...

Just that you feel lost in your place...no one seems to understand your mind....

Good Morning. The time is 07:45.

Has the sun risen yet? No? How do you know it'll rise today?

Please don't say it's 'cause it's risen for the past millions years or so, that is has to rise today. That's like saying I know what I did last Monday. I know I'm doing the exact same thing today.

You think you “fail” at life. So you give up. You go and kill yourself.

But you fail so bad, you fail at killing yourself.

You fail at life. And now you fail at death.

You just failed on failing.

Your "suicide" has delayed my train, you inconsiderate bastard!

"If you wish to kill yourself, I have no problem with that, but stop being such a fucking drama queen and go somewhere quiet and hang yourself, you selfish bastard."

Is Hell Endothermic or Exothermic?

Rather an enlightening read acutally:

"First, we postulate that if souls exist, then they must have some mass.
If they do, then a mole of souls can also have a mass. So, at what rate are souls moving into hell and at what rate are souls leaving? I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.
As for souls entering hell, let’s look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to hell. Since, there are more than one of these religions and people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all people and all souls go to hell.
With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in hell to increase exponentially.
Now, we look at the rate of change in volume in hell. Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in hell to stay the same, the ratio of the mass of souls and volume needs to stay constant.
So, if hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter hell, then the temperature and pressure in hell will increase until all hell breaks loose (i.e; Hell is exothermic).
Of course, if hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in hell, than the temperature and pressure will drop until hell freezes over (i.e; Hell is endothermic)."


So which is it?

A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far lesas qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired.

I can’t be normal. Who thinks of suicide plans if they don’t want to die?
Apparently me.

Best suicide plan ever….
You go up to the top of a roof, string piano wire tight across the front edge at neck level
tie a cord to your foot and the other end to the building so that you'll be above sidewalk level when its fully stretched.

Then you put super glue on your hands and put your arms around the front of the wire and then back to touch your head, and then you lean forward, so the piano wire cuts your neck but not your elbows. When the cord goes taut, you’ll be hanging upside down with no head....except your head will be in your outstretched arms thanks to gravity and the glue, staring at someone upside down and spewing blood everywhere.

And some poor bastard will be traumatized for LIFE.

I don’t think I can be friends with myself anymore…

I want to drown my sorrow; No tomorrow

Enlarging your world…Never cared for what they say
No, nothing else matters