...when I finally kick the bucket—though I’m fully planning on living another 200 years, obviously—they’ll probably celebrate Saint Valentine and Saint Richard Murphy6 instead. Just being humble, you know? Yeah, just being humble.
I adore them all, really! It’s nothing strange to me... I’ve found true love, pure and simple. But at the same time, it feels like I’ve stumbled into an Erosovski kind of love—I'm constantly caught between these massive dilemmas and intense Fear. Maybe she isn't some moon goddess or anything, I'm not quite sure, but she's definitely stronger than that. I've been watching her, seeing if she studies my face or my hands, but I don't think so. My gut tells me we aren't the same, not even close. It's like those Stulicev lines about how everyone fights for what they lack; that's exactly what he was trying to get at. Man, if only I were a prophet or actually believed in destiny... That Brian May lyric keeps looping in my head, and I think I'll finally post it up there. Too Much Love will kill you song Duration 4:18 Written by Brian May
Written by Brian May, Frank Musker, Elizabeth Lamers. Sung by Freddie Mercury.
Comments Comments Released 26 th February, 1996. Reached number 15. Lyrics Lyrics I'm Just The pieces of The man i used to be Too many bitter tears ara raining down on me I'm Far away fra home and I've been facing this alone for much too Long oh Too many bitter tears are raining down on me I'm far away from home And I've been facing this alone For much too long Oh, I feel like no-one ever told the truth to me About growing up and what a struggle it would be in my tangled state of mind I've been looking Back to find Where i went wrong Too much Love will kill you if you can't make up Your mind Torn between The lover and The Love you leave behind you're headed for disaster ' Cos you never read The signs Too much Love will kill you - every time I'm Just The shadow of The man i used to be and IT seems like there's I've been looking back to find Where I went wrong
Too much love will kill you If you can't make up your mind Torn between the lover And the love you leave behind You're headed for disaster 'Cos you never read the signs Too much love will kill you - every time
I'm just the shadow of the man I used to be And it seems like there's no way out of this for me I used to bring you sunshine Now All i ever Ooh, how would it be if you were standing in my shoes Can't you see that it's impossible to choose no there's no Making sense of IT Every way i go I'm No there's no making sense of it Every way I go I'm bound to lose Oh yes,
Too much love will kill you Just as sur as none AT All It'll drain The Power that's in you make you plead and scream and crawl and The pain will make you crazy you're The victim of Your crime Too much Love will kill you - every time Yes It'll drain the power that's in you Make you plead and scream and crawl And the pain will make you crazy You're the victim of your crime Too much love will kill you - every time
Yes, too much love will kill you It'll make your life a lie Yes, too much love will kill you And you won't understand why You'd give your life, you'd sell your soul but here IT comes again Too much Love will kill you in The end in The end Too much love will kill you in The end in The end
..my sister is a sharp woman—she’s got experience, she’s empathetic... I tell her how brutal it gets when you just can't find it in you to hate anyone. You know that feeling? When you desperately want to feel that rage, you think, "Okay, here we go, it's finally happening," and then... nothing. It just stops. You can't do it. So you try to dive back into those old movies, trying to trigger those old fears, looking for injustice, psychopathology, hell itself... but it won't work. I just can't hate. Honestly, I find myself praying to God, begging Him, "Please, just let me hate someone for once!" I’m practically pleading. And I vent all this to my sister, but she doesn't buy it. I know she doesn't believe me... so I just swallow it down. I'm used to it by now, anyway... Que sera, sera... none of you believe me either. There was one guy who did believe me, though. I used to write all this stuff to him, but he passed away... eheheheheheheheheh The Psychedelics has one good point!!!: I'll never regret not taking a job with him And I've always loved the same things you do. Just like you🙏
A Man, if I’d actually hit the books, I might’ve ended up as some big-shot cardiology specialist or maybe a biology professor. Instead? I became a blues musician, all because of my relatives...
The first time I flunked out of school, my old man told me: "Alright, it happened. But think about this, son. Life isn't playing games with you—look at everyone else. All your peers are straight-A students, and you're the only one at the bottom..."
My brother Savannah was studying law, so they wanted me to follow suit. Thinking about all that stuff just gave me a massive headache—too much noise, not enough sleep.
I never really bought into the idea that a degree is everything, so I just lived life my way, sometimes feeling like a king and sometimes like a bum. (voice of conscience🙂 That's how it goes when you spend too much time dreaming and not enough facing reality. That's how it goes when you spend too much time drifting through those hazy dreams.
When I failed my classes the second time, my dad said: "Now we're talking serious business. Son, you better give this some thought. Because life isn't playing games with you—compare yourself to the others. All your friends are top-tier students, and you're still stuck at the bottom..."
My uncle Joe was an editor, so they figured I should be handling letters too. But I was busy waiting for new dawns, somewhere caught between heaven and sleep.
I never really bought into the idea that a degree is everything, so I just lived life my way, sometimes feeling like a king and sometimes like a bum. (voice of conscience🙂 That's how it goes when you spend too much time dreaming and not enough facing reality. That's how it goes when you spend too much time drifting through those hazy dreams.
By the third time I failed, my dad just stayed silent. He didn't say a single word. But honestly? I already knew. I knew life wasn't playing games with me, and I felt like I was heading toward a dark abyss. All my classmates were perfect students, but I didn't care much for any of that.
My uncle John was such a socialite, so I wanted to be just like him. To make that happen, I cooked up this amazing, though seemingly impossible, plan.
I never really bought into the idea that a degree is everything, so I just lived life my way, sometimes feeling like a king and sometimes like a bum. (voice of conscience🙂 That's how it goes when you spend too much time dreaming and not enough facing reality. That's how it goes when you spend too much time drifting through those hazy dreams.
You're gonna tell me...
That's how it goes when you spend too much time dreaming and not enough facing reality. That's how it goes when you spend too much time drifting through those hazy dreams.
Ugh, you're getting on my nerves...
That's how it goes when you spend too much time dreaming and not enough facing reality. That's how it goes when you spend too much time drifting through those hazy dreams.
(Fortunately, the voice of conscience eventually quiets down and disappears completely.)
..honestly, I’m starting to get a little nervous that I might actually figure it out—or worse, that I’ll just burn through all my energy for nothing. I have this Fear that she’ll just walk right past me with her eyes glued to the sidewalk. Man, if I just had that sense of Jesus' peace, things would be so much easier... I can't tell what that look meant. Was I being oversensitive again, or am I just recharging the batteries for round two? Right now, my awareness feels like a tiny little bird that’s never even seen a sunrise, let alone found a decent worm to snack on Look, Kenny, just keep talking, man. You finally realized there's something real in the journey—probably thanks to that Red Hot Chili Peppers track "Road Trippin'." The only thing you haven't cracked yet is the mystery of love or God. Take it easy, buddy, you've got plenty of time... You're still looking for validation from the outside world, but the real magic is already inside you. Dammit, there's just too much trash out there, man... total trashcans. Where’s the love, big guy? Go deeper... go to that place where Fear ends. Travel to those places where no human foot has ever stepped. Be a pioneer! Maybe you'll find some calm... or maybe I'll join you in the fray. A sailor heading into the unknown! Go somewhere totally uncharted and shoot me an email... or a text. You're way too soft to send a message in a bottle; you'd probably try to lug a MacBook along with you. I know you too well🙂 Too Much Love Will Kill You Just as sur as none AT All It'll drain The Power that's in you make you plead and scream and crawl and The pain will make you crazy you're The victim of Your crime Too much Love will kill you - every time Yes
Too Much Love Will Kill You It'll make your life a lie Too Much Love Will Kill You And you won't understand why You'd give your life, you'd sell your soul Too Much Love Will Kill You In the end In the end
..look, 123, I know you didn't mean anything by it... I just wanted to tell Angry that I’m doing alright, just feeling a bit low on fuel lately (which is honestly one of the reasons I mostly just repost stuff instead of writing my own). I intentionally titled this topic "No Fear" rather than "Anxiety" or whatever... I just needed to vent, clear out the mental clutter, and tidy up a little bit of the internal chaos—though "chaos" isn't even the right word, nothing really is. I haven't spent much time posting about specific symptoms or how they feel (we had Kenny 🙂 for that, after all), and I didn't want to freak anyone out; I knew there was no point. I've been doing a lot of heavy lifting on myself over these last three years, making some tough corrections (even if I've been a bit scattered about it), and the process is still ongoing. It'll probably take a lifetime. My goal is to live completely without Fear. And I know it's possible, even if I'm realizing just how much struggle and resistance comes with it. I don't know about everyone else, Angry, but I have to, and I can. I know how to do it, even if I forget sometimes and slip back into those old fears (classic me)... but I can sense the lie in that kind of life. It feels dull and empty. My anxiety disorder actually helped me make some huge self-discoveries. I always thought I was just stupid, never realizing I was actually insecure and trying to compensate for that insecurity in every way possible... thinking I was dumb made me work like a dog, studying and analyzing everything until I hit a wall... and then I'd just crash like a total wreck. That intense fear is what pushes me to dig deeper... And regarding those quotes from Stulic and the others—I used to enjoy them, but I always thought they were either full of it, pathetic, or just totally out of my league. I often found myself repeating Stulic’s line: "The so-called connoisseurs of things they don't understand"... and I definitely felt like one of them. Or Corba’s: "Oh, how wonderful it is to be stupid"... I truly believed those lyrics were written just for me. Ever since I "got sick" and grew up a little, I've started to actually grasp their lyrics. With Floyd and Morrison too, I went from being scared, to being blown away, to being scared all over again The posts I've shared were intentional. If you read closely, you'll see they suggest that anyone can become anything, provided they put in the effort—this or that. I've come to realize that all ideals are within reach (honestly, I think I always knew that deep down)... and that we define our own authorities. It's nothing profound, really, just common sense. The problem is that some people find that hard to believe, maybe even harder to believe themselves; some call it a fear of success. Anyway, you encounter Fear (especially the fear of death), you encounter the resistance or the mental sluggishness, and you encounter the fear of changing your perspective. You meet yourself (though I'm still not sure if that's even doable, and it's starting to seem more and more likely that we're all just playing roles and kidding ourselves... I know for a fact that I am *extremely* lazy... among other things). Anyway, I'd love to drop a poem right now, but I'm too afraid of the consequences... I guess I'll just have to register under a new nickname 😢 .... Well, a bird in the hand knows that a copy is never the original... it's time for Richard Murphy6 to learn that too. Still, whenever I did quote someone, I tried to give credit, so my conscience is relatively clear... and for the record, I have my own poems too... though E.A. Poe and Baudelaire would probably be terrified... even Stulic would have to take a massive hit to his ego to realize it's not symbolism 🙂 Angry, if you want, we can just vent. You can feel the fear, the resistance, the weakness in your knees, or that light dizziness. Just remember Stulic's and Gruden's words—So what!!! Sorry, Mesecev's daughter... I have to... a violent impulse from the depths of the subconscious morning visits the scene routinely with due respect I step out of the way a double cross on his face makes every transparency redundant how can I control myself when it's killing me a feeling so different from everything I understand from everything I want to see
something like a flash
I watched that movie about hopelessness again or maybe it was just a chronicle of the unknown, just as he was called a man neither living nor dead, nor even a sailor if I ever get to grant that wish and you tell me I'm right, thinking
it’s the only way I can hold onto him
if I ever make it to that place where fear ends I'll be ready to let it all go
those torn-up streets the glint of wet subway tracks that first train rattling through Brooklyn the light shining in your eyes
🙂 Alright, Meseceva’s daughter... honestly, you got me laughing. I’d love to write a poem back at you, but there’s really no point in trying to defend myself. Look, I was just venting for my own sake. I knew I might rub some people the wrong way, but I didn't really care. I rarely even turn on my computer, and when I do, it's almost exclusively for this thread. And no, I don't wear glasses (yet)... but does it even matter what quotes or stances someone holds? There are way too many pseudo-intellectuals out there acting like they know everything when they're just faking it. It’s all fake. At least guys like Bob Dylan or Bruce Springsteen feel a bit more authentic, right? I actually just picked up an Equinox recently, and so far, I'm digging the Circle. Ironically enough, I think I might grab some Atheist rap next—catchy title, and please, no prejudices! I feel bad for labeling things with my messy posts, so I won't lean into that style anymore. I'm not that dim; I have my own perspectives, and it would be pretty sad if I didn't. It's easy to talk about Dylan or whatever, but I know exactly where I stand and how I operate. It's always about me. I used those icons as tools for a moment, and I know why. I loved your post, HOPE, and I wish you were Meseceva's daughter, but... well... 😉 ...anyway, your post made its mark. Honestly, it feels like you're the one who's skeptical here, so just leave my faith alone. I can't untie my own knots, though maybe I'll learn to loosen them eventually. I'd love it if you posted a powerful verse of your own. Even if it's not for me, do me a favor, please And then No 123 wrote this—casual, but wise, naturally, even if I'm not looking for validation: No123 Well, it wouldn't be a monologue if someone actually wanted to mess with pup, seems like everyone else is sane. 🙂
I asked Jane Doe about the Roman Empire she didn't have a clue she just stared at me like she was sensing some kind of omen this heavy shroud of the Stone Age walls bleeding blood that stoic look on an angel's face and fire and birth and death I know she felt it all I saw that glimmer right behind her shoulder she said maybe everything starts for no damn reason at all maybe it all kicks off from the blue the sound of a blade vibrating or maybe a song born from something lived maybe it's steel and just for a split second under the light when it flashes maybe you like being the ink maybe you like being famous you'll never know, honey I let it take me over because I swear I heard the song of the knights and the thuds that make bones snap and the screams and the targets and the slaughter of nameless slaves and as crazy as it sounds I knew the noose was tightening around the Emperor's neck and that the new leader was already sitting on wet cushions above the throne she said what would happen if they plowed over Rome the way they sent cattle to graze over Carthage or if you had to pull one single hair to save the species would you do it, honey or if you were too arrogant and let the gods carry you through nine worlds only to drop you back down extinguished like a dead herring is that what you'd want, honey
Man, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve totally lost it over Peter Pan.. and honestly? It kills me when Freddy acts all tough and says he doesn't believe in stuff like Peter Pan... or Star Wars... my buddy even says it's just because of > the flaws in the human mind... just keep the faith, right? Anyone who tries to mess with your belief system is gonna get wrecked. Personally, I don't want anyone distracting from the most important thing at the end of the day so just come sit here next to me forget everything you thought you knew just let go right now stop wasting your precious time because I love you I love being the one to guide your dreams and I really don't get why it bothers you so much don't even worry about it just focus on that final thing and you'll remember it for a long, long time take another pull of smoke inhale that drive to keep moving forward and just take my hand because I love you I love being the one to guide your dreams and I really don't get why it bothers you so much don't even worry about it just focus on that final thing keep me inside you I feel like I'm wandering through the terraces of consciousness like something inside me is splitting apart but I love you I love being the one to guide your dreams and I really don't get why it bothers you so much don't care about any of it—just hold onto your faith... here comes Azure(johnny)
..dedicated to my good buddy Kenny, who’s obsessed with The Beatles ..'The whole world is closing in around you and we're waiting... wipe your tracks, take one last look at that wall, and raise your hands high.' ..'Go out there and fight! If you stay put, I'll take your life; if you stand your ground, I'll take your honor. The streets are empty, but eyes are watching us from every window... and you already know how dangerous and tough life gets when you're living on the edge... hehe or..'What are you going to do now that you've hit the wall? You've got no one waiting at home to comfort you... you won't see any romance or ever find peace as long as nothing remains but Fear...😲 ..or maybe one of their old classics..'What can you do when Fear grabs hold of you? It's nasty, it's slimy, it makes you feel crazy and sick right when you need to sleep... like those folks lost in Space..hehehhe ..There are guns behind the windows, hands behind the guns, and hearts beating eye to eye, Kenny... time keeps shifting for us behind these barricades, and we'll just keep moving along when the moment comes... The Senators are arriving, people are staring them down, they aren't letting them pass... but now is the time for it
I just can't trust Chair, I can't trust Fight, I can't trust Huss, I can't trust Jay, and I definitely don't trust Canet (especially when he starts rambling about the son sun and the moon's daughter)... honestly, I don't trust anyone anymore. Love? Forget it. Logic? Yeah, right, who needs it! It feels like I need to throw up everything I've ever believed in... 🤮I'm putting my faith in one person again... they've never actually done my job for me, but man, I love them like family... 😁
Silence is Golden I am not real Silence is Golden No-one will hear Silence is Golden Somewhere to hide
::Chorus::LyricsCafe.com:: Silence is Golden I have been broken Safe in my own skin So nobody wins
Silence is Golden Will, someone get hurt? Silence is Golden Then I can't get touched If no truths are spoken Don't ask me why
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Won't someone listen Nobody cares and Something was stolen So nobody wins
Silence is Golden Did you hear me speak? Do you understand? Did you hear my voice? Do you take my hand? Do you understand me?
Won't someone listen? I have been broken My body's a temple But nothing is simple
Won't someone listen? I have been broken My body's a temple But nothing is simple
Won't someone listen? Silence is Golden My body's a temple So nobody listen
Won't someone listen? I have been broken My body's a temple So nobody listen
Silence is Golden I have been broken My body's a temple But silence is golden
Won't someone listen? I have been broken My body's a temple I have been broken
Look, it’s not some kind of sickness or anything... it's just awareness... but man, it hurts! It really does! And honestly? The only way to deal with being aware is to become even MORE aware. Sounds totally backwards, right? But hey, that's just how the world works!
...honestly, I find myself lost in every single song... take P. Valjak, for example Nothing ahead of me, just a long, lonely year ...or maybe I just started thinking about some classic rock bands today ..rare birds die while singing, and I’ve got this intense grudge against Romeo and Juliet—everything feels like a cheap setup lately....ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, out there the cold rain is fallinggggggg ..gotta crash soon...need to close my eyes...quiet the brain...if only I could imagine something beautiful for once...without it immediately triggering some bad memory...I don't know...I actually downloaded that attachment from the phobia thread...the Ship of Fools one...shut your mouth, it’s not worth the breath, they knew where to find me...sons of b*tches (and hey, I’ve got nothing against them...just dancing on thin ice Can you seriously not see how thin the ice is that we're dancing on? A long, dark night is coming, but even that has to pass eventually😲 And when the rain starts pouring, your lips are the only thing that can soothe me with that gentle touch If I ever stop believing in love...if I actually reach the point where I have to hate...then I’m riding the carousel of hell...or I’ll just end up falling asleep with the TV blaring like Kenny does...hehehehe... Who knows, not me, we'll never lose control The man who sold the world👍
. I’ve still got hope in my tank. I’m still a believer—doesn't even matter what it is right now, I just am! Being out there on the front lines, working the field, shows me they aren't wrong. Look, you're fighting for your life here. For me, it’s binary: it’s all or nothing. If I hit a crisis, it hits hard. It’s like if you were trying to brace yourself with an oak beam when a cheap pine 😢 would have done the trick, but instead, I’m stumbling, tripping, and losing my footing... sometimes I don't even know if I'm still standing at all! You’re fighting this righteous war (even if it isn't actually righteous) just to survive. Since you've already started, don't make it some dull, frontal, textbook legal battle or a mindless grudge match. Make it guerrilla style. Think insurgent tactics! Hit 'em, then vanish... keep moving until you've finally gathered enough tools, people, and experience under your belt. 😛
I totally get where you're coming from—realization is such a jumpy, unpredictable thing. Some folks say it’s just an impulse, a raw instinct, maybe even the wildest one of all... and I’m with them. Every song you hear, every movie you watch, every little scrap of info is its own kind of epiphany. It’s honestly the mind's highest superpower. Once it starts, man, it just takes off! You fly right into this massive machine that just keeps grinding, and it pulls you away from what’s actually natural, which can be scary. Feeding the soul is a primal drive, you know? Just look at what happened to you. My own experience? Well, let's just say it’s not exactly "dinner party conversation." You’ve got a tough job on your hands here. Finding security in a world where everything is relative... some people claim it raises your consciousness. Consciousness can be your best friend or your worst enemy. For me, it helped, but I’m still stuck somewhere between two absolute extremes. We always circle back to awareness, don't we? Old ways of thinking aren't easy to shake off; they want to stay "right," and nobody really wants to change—it's a struggle. You have to force it, and that takes work. You have to find a balance and eventually make peace with it. That’s usually the final realization for most people who try to "dig deep." Some people just go numb—like you said—but then they aren't really *living* because they feel so empty inside. You’ve gotta see the job through to the end! What’s your goal here?? To be happy and live without Fear! You might doubt it’s possible, or doubt that you can pull it off!!?? I won't lie to you, it isn't easy... but it is absolutely worth rising up. You might feel a bit more lonely for a while, but if anyone really stops to think about it—if they choose to—they'll realize the simple truth: you are ultimately alone. And once you accept that, that's when the rock 'n' roll really starts. Let go, Larkspur, and remember that just like anything else, this takes practice. In a world full of lies and fiction, you have to convince yourself that you are right and that your truth is the real deal. Keep working on yourself... and everything will fall into place. It’s wonderful when you sleep in the soft glow of self-satisfaction smart enough, tall and wise But when you wake up and find yourself alone you step into a void—empty, ugly, sad... like the Twilight Zone... exactly what you always wanted. That eternal chill, Fear, pride... if it doesn't suit you, you can always retreat back to the familiar world, where everything is known, everything has a label and a rulebook... where you're just running in circles. Luckily, you get to choose. You'll see it one day... you can do whatever you want... but literally😲 You'll tremble, you'll think this is pure madness... but you'll know it isn't. Maybe.🙂
do something for your own conscience don't think for a second that you're on your own step up and take charge already forget about Fear there are so many women out there looking for help so many women dreaming big so many women just sighing quietly in the dark it's pure madness all around us do something about that nervous energy stop the shaking be smooth like Valentino don't you dare hesitate there's no time left to wait for a better future no time to sit back and relax no time to live a second life nobody stays young forever man, just get moving already come on, get a move on c'mon, make a move come on... do something, it's your duty you know plenty you aren't some idiot—there's no shortage of those guys don't lose hope snap out of it, look yourself in the mirror, and grow up make sure your voice is heard too look yourself in the eye and spit at your own reflection don't mess around come on... do something for yourself something huge hold onto your pride forever and everywhere shake things up hard shut the door on those rotten moralists lock out the haters shut out the feminists close the door on everyone else come on... hey, it's just a song, he didn't mean it literally... my Seagull is just singing now... it's beautiful, really lovely, like lying on a dry beach, alone by the ocean🙂 watching you, flying with you, and best of all, having no Fear, standing tall against every storm and every betrayal that comes your way... in your own glory, even if the sea itself cries out, being the master of everything, life blooming high up in the sky... where the sun always shines, and nothing in your sky or on your sea is ever dim... that's kind of how it goes, I don't know exactly.... it doesn't even matter.... a lot of things don't matter.... and then suddenly, the unimportant stuff becomes everything... you aren't stupid.. you're just damn lonely.. and you're scared of your own thoughts... hanging out with ghosts and characters from comics or movies... Flash Gordon.. Flaaaaaaaaaash.....aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aa.. king of the impossible... just a man with a man's courage and knowledge... Flash, I love you but we only have 14 hours to save The Earth.. heheheh
...honestly, we should probably just migrate over to themes.org..Fear is much more relatable to people than saying "anxiety"...let's not overcomplicate things with fancy labels, folks have enough new stuff and foreign nonsense to deal with already. Traffic is definitely better there, even though I poured my heart into my last 6 or 7 posts...I bet Kenny won't be able to figure out how to register again🙂 ..and this will be my final post...I see there are some cool new emojis, non-verbal communication is going to be way better...plus there's such a thin line between being healthy and being sick👋 To those who aren't following along, this post might seem totally confusing...but to those who are really suffering? Not at all...we could turn this topic into philosophy, sociology, or whatever...best to just call it LIFE You say Euthanasia..I say Eucalyptus You say Eukaryotes...I say Eunuch You say viruses...I say prions You say Anxiety..I say something indescribable..they call it Fear You say the Unknown..I say very wise You say Death..I say I know it, I feel it..I'm alive, not dead..but what about you!!?? You say Krishnamurti..suddenly my conscience starts stinging because of my smoking habit..I think of India and Balasevic and his songs..even Igor(the American) headed off to Bangalore to see Sai Baba last week with Edin(the American woman); she's his first girlfriend and he's an older guy...they're meditating together...something smells fishy to Igor...she's loving it...says everything is so cheap there...I get her completely. Him? Not so much. He's a good guy..my mind immediately jumps to projection and defense mechanisms...I won't forgive you for that Republican Party comment...you shouldn't have done that, old friend...you know it...you opened up more than Bora, Johnny, and Morrison combined...still, I won't forgive you..I'm not that aware or tolerant I don't quite get where my Energy comes from..you say it's created by Life...big word, that...I'm reminded of Sinatra and his songs...I knew he was just a pawn...there are no Masons, just pawns..I've known that all along I think Petra was made for me...I was never strong when it came to work..I remember that Lauster book saying that activity comes from thought...possessiveness and commerce..Dragan Lukic comes to mind..reminds me he's from San Diego....I'm thinking of...hm..nothing worth remembering right now...let's rise above it all..and save on all psychic dimensions....yeah...let's choose dissatisfaction...you've gotten to my core...osteoporosis...TILT..System Failure..The Matrix..I actually like that silly doctor better...he even brings in this orthodox psychoanalyst, a total pioneer in analysis...but he's old and seasoned...Kenny loves orthodox psychoanalysts...hahahahahhahahahahahahahahah ..I believed I had gotten to know myself..that my path had been correct, every single process, reaction—or rather, non-reaction..maybe I loved myself for the first time..decided to persist...looking at Fear as a signpost and a friend...now I'm close to that feeling again....you guys are just you, among 5 billion other people, and you're right....especially since you always thought you weren't...and suffered..more than the rest..yet I hang out with the rest every day....ever since I became self-aware, it's no wonder I fear them...but I'm changing that experience..slowly...I'm incredibly lazy...maybe I am more than the rest after all...but nothing happens without perspiration...dissatisfaction and hatred can wait...easy to be hard!!!! Those who don't remember get called out again A man digs into the source of his own pain just to see if it still hurts Fear is what we know...on that front, I'm no better than anyone else Only when I walk the edge of the known am I self-satisfied...just lonely...somewhere between the extremes....Heart and love...and you need to be even stronger for that...at least I do😎 I don't know..even Bare sang "Everything is Nothing and Nothing is Everything"....what's happening with him now...reading conversations with God..and he wants to live in the shadows....but I need him And my math professor says logic is just like bourbon (even though the man doesn't drink, for sure)—a little is fine, too much is no good....how can I understand him..while the kids were just talking amongst themselves and couldn't give a damn about anything You’ve gotta go to bed with a smile on your face... just to make sure you wake up feeling bright and ready to take on the world! It's about being fully aware that my life belongs to me—and only me. I want to feel right with myself, knowing I've earned my peace after everything I've learned and all the hard work I've put in. Honestly, I feel like I'm getting closer to my own version of the truth every single day.