..don't worry about hell, worry about heaven.. besides, what do I even have to do with the Quran?🙂 ..you can mess with anyone else, but don't you dare touch my Dylan Dog!!!!! And right now, I'm just blasting AC/DC I've had two coffees already and my brain is totally fried.. but man, the sun is shining.. I wish it would shine just for me.. people actually look pretty happy out there Long live Josip Broz Marshall!!!!!!! Long live Alberto Tomba(Bomb), and pizza, and piazza, and pasta, and Piaggio, and piccolo, and Pompeii, and Tyrolean Salami.. and Isaac Newton and Nikola Tesla ..and honestly, I'm never gonna figure out how to edit a post or reply or quote or whatever the heck this thing is called
Lately, everything’s just been clicking into place in my head. Like, for my whole life, I’ve been spinning these tiny little details around in my mind—childhood, school, college... trying to find the "why" behind everything. Society, love, God... why I hit those lows, how I react to the ups and downs, my relationships with girls, my parents, my buddies... even the roots of my own dissatisfaction, that insecurity, the laziness. The music, the books, the movies I used to obsess over... it's been heavy, man. I'm listening to old tracks now without any Fear, none of that old melancholy. It’s wild—it's almost like I wake up as the same person I went to bed as. Total madness. Even a buddy of mine tracked down some tunes by Bogdan Zvonak, and honestly? It felt great. It settled almost all my internal conflicts. I finally realized where I messed up, too—especially regarding my treatment. I’m seriously speechless. I’ve finally buried the hatchet with myself. For the first time, I can look back at what I did without that crushing guilt, just smiling instead. I'm just cruising along, totally at peace. Was IT All Worth IT song Duration 5:43 Written by queen
Written by Queen. Sung by Freddie Mercury.
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What is there left for me to do in this life Did I achieve what I had set in my sights Am I a happy man, or is this sinking sand Was it all worth it, was it all worth it Yeah, now hear my story, let me tell you about it We bought a drum kit, I blew my own trumpet Played the circuit, thought we were perfect Was it all worth it, ooh giving (hey yeah) all my heart and soul and Staying up all night, was it all worth it (hey yeah) Living breathing rock 'n' roll (ah), a Godforsaken life Was it all worth it, was it all worth it (hey) all these years
Put down our money without counting the cost It didn't matter if we won - if we lost Yes we were vicious, yes we could kill Yes we were hungry, yes we were brill - ha ha haa Ooh ooh ooh ooh We served a purpose, like a bloody circus We were so dandy (yeah) we love you madly Was it all worth it Living breathing rock 'n' roll, this Godforsaken life Was it all worth it yeah, was it all worth it When the hurly burly's Done WE went to bali , saw god and dali sol mystic
When the hurly burly's Dona WE went to bala , saw god and dati sol mystic So mystic, surrealistic Was it all worth it yeah yeah, giving all my heart and soul Staying up all night, was it all worth it Ooh living breathing rock 'n' roll this never ending fight Was it all worth it, was it all worth it Yes it was a worthwhile experience Ha ha ha ha haa It was worth it Ha ha
feralbear49, check out that woman at the bottom of the screen "inviting you to gamble"... she kind of looks like her... doesn't like taking photos, doesn't like being seen
I’m coming for you like a phantom of freedom so show me everything you've got I’m coming for you like a phantom of freedom to lead you straight to the bottom
A poorly hidden desire, a distant goal Routine settling of scores for monkey faces A small-town prom with a song at the end The night fell apart I drifted off over an open book Consciousness shackled in a deluxe edition
I’m coming for you like a phantom of freedom so show me everything you know I’m coming for you like a phantom of freedom to lead you straight to the bottom
And when you wish to return Just look Your own shadow, lured by solitude In the window In the mirror At the doorway
I’ve seen the fury of tough guys The demonic games played by outcasts Who took the seat in paradise? Integrity or power? Who praised the Emperor's nakedness? The little guys on the magazine covers
I love you so muchoooooooooooo!!!!!(who loves me!!???) You used to be consumed by this massive wave of anger An anger that felt as bright and clear as a summer day in California An anger that gave you vision for miles An anger that haunted your sleep An anger that occupied every single second of your day An anger that acted like fuel for you for a long, long time Yeah, I really do think I get you You just couldn't wrap your head around why people lived the way they did Home didn't feel like home Your bedroom was your sanctuary A tiny little corner was your world Basically, anywhere they weren't... That's where you felt at home I truly see you You're incredibly sensitive But you keep it all locked away You're terrified of being crushed one more time Because it feels like whenever you actually show a sliver Of any kind of vulnerability someone takes advantage of you One of them steps on you They mistake kindness for weakness but you know The difference you One of them steps on you They mistake kindness for weakness But you know the difference You've been absorbing everyone else's bullshit for years You definitely understand what strength means You had to dig deep just to make it through And now, you know exactly who you are You've stopped trusting people Because you see right through them You're searching for that one special person Someone you can truly be yourself with Someone you can hold close Someone you can actually talk to Someone who doesn't make you feel like an outsider But you've realized those people are basically unicorns You actually feel more connected to characters on a movie screen Yeah, I think I know you You live most of your life in your own head People have definitely pointed that out Calling you self-absorbed or selfish But they don't have a clue, do they They don't know about those lonely late-night shifts About the years you spent just being your own companion All those nights you held yourself tight Just trying to pretend someone else was there holding you The endless moments of "what should I do?" The crushing self-doubt The heavy, dark depression The white-hot rage The fury that made you stumble The absolute gut-punch of being rejected Well, maybe they *do* know But if they do They are experts at acting like they don't It blows your mind how smooth they can be How they breeze through life Like life is some incredible blessing handed to them on a silver platter It drives you crazy watching yourself With that uncanny talent you have For messing everything up See, life is this massive, epic journey Scary as hell, but beautiful too The birds singing in the trees at night The rain and the sunshine The turning of the seasons—those are your real buddies Being alone is a tough friend to win over, but once you do, they're Loyal and steady Yeah, I think I know you How They seem to pass thru Life as if Life itself was som divin gift IT infuriates you to watch yourself with Your apparent skill in finding every way possible to screw IT up for you Life is a Long trip Terrifying & Wonderful birds Sing to you AT Night The Rain & The Sun The changing seasons ara true friends Solitude is a hard won ally Faithful & patient Yes i think i know you by Henry Rollins fra “ Black Coffee blues ”
..What would happen if I actually gave her this song? If I let her believe it... the whole thing about projection, or the idea that we finally hit some kind of perfect ideal... she’d just get confused, and then I’d end up looking like some kind of predator. Instead, I'll just stay the fool. Just your local court jester. Black Swan
The moment she walked in, it hit me like a bolt: Hey, there's my partner! It’s our first time meeting, but I feel like I already know her, it's perfectly clear.
Where has she been living? Where was she hiding? Why didn't I notice her sooner? Who was she loving, who was she dreaming of? Some poser types—I can't stand those guys!
She orders a Campari, taking a slow, calm drag, tapping her glass against the bar. The cards have turned, now I see it plain as day, she's the one calling the shots now.
So elegant, slender, and mysterious, it's like she barely touches the ground when she walks. It all reminds me of Peter Ilyich, that story about the lake, about good and evil.
Come on, lead me, Black Swan, I knew you were coming! Just kiss me and lose me, I'm ready now, I'm ready to go.
She gives me a look that feels like a momentary touch, hey, but that moment lasts forever. I know, I've tried everything and now I'm finally hers, she's closing the loop.
She's different; there's no games with her, and she wears my style much better than I do. She isn't someone on a waiting list, once she packs her bags, she's gone.
Come on, lead me, Black Swan, I knew you were coming! Just kiss me and lose me, I'm ready now, I'm ready to go.
I spent my life like a candy cane, hey, sweet and pretty. Chasing thrills, playing games, causing nothing but pain, just dancing with the devil.
You're the one paying the price for all those delusions, I see my own cross around your neck. I've been waiting for you, my Black Swan, since God knows when, let's go right now.
Come on, lead me, Black Swan, I knew you were coming! Just kiss me and lose me, I'm ready, I'm ready to go, with you.
Come on, take me, Black Swan, and don't hold back tonight. Go on, lead me, set me free, we all have to go through this once, at least once.
Come on, lead me, Black Swan, I knew you were coming! Just lead me, let me confess, I'm ready now, I'm ready to go.
..and one more thing, that refugee from Czechia wasn't Kundera, he was Skvorecky..don't ask me why, that's just why I hate groups and labels..Vlad would say..I'll dig up the aggression..Oh Vlad, oh Vlad
You're spot on, Vlad. That old nostalgia hits hard... huh... Man, I used to just soak up those depressions, that melancholy, all that pathetic drama... whether it was Steely Dan, Dire Straits, the Rolling Stones, or just sitting around writing letters and hanging out. I know there are ways to deal with all that too—you actually wrote something about it once, but my brain is a total blank right now... And Barry says to stay true to yourself (yeah, thanks Mother... haha), but you still gotta evolve. Those constant inner storms? It’s all right there under the surface, just waiting to explode. I can feel it... God, those were the days. It was something special living back in the era of Josip Broz Marshall I’d go through it all over again with her, the old-fashioned way—dropping to my knees, weeping at her feet... ugh, I swear, psychoanalysts are the absolute worst... they’re the reason everything is broken. Honestly, I feel like I’ve been alive for two million years. It doesn't feel like any of it passed quickly. Man, I’d love to just send her one pathetic little text right now... you know, like "I can't live without you," "I'm thinking about you constantly," "what are you doing right now?" etc.🙂 Private investigations... man, good old Corbin... I can't even bring myself to listen to that yet, not until I've fully "unwound" from everything. Sometimes you used to drive me crazy (Uranus) It would hit the spot so perfectly today Everything is moving way too fast for me. I feel like I’m tripping up somewhere, just a gut feeling... huh... the display just takes it all in its stride
It’s like it’s happening on some subconscious level🙂 when it finally clicks, she's just going to blow right past everything... but this time, I'm not letting go. I want to grow old with her, watch our kids grow up... and teach others what a real marriage and relationship actually looks like. How to live, and how to face the end... I'm just terrified I might get struck by lightning first. ...there’s one thing about her that’s honestly beautiful... she cares about everyone else more than herself. That’s exactly why I want to love her. She’s going to love me like nobody ever has. I’ll finally learn how to love someone even more than my dad loves himself (and believe me, I've got a lot of work to do!)-...'You're such a gem!!!'😁
..honestly, I think I found the girl of my dreams (but I won't talk about her... trust me) Vlad, thank you! I’m doing all of this because of you. Seriously, if it weren't for your books, I might've ended it all, or at least I'd be stuck writing them myself... maybe I'll shoot you an email with some new rules of the game just to help finish that mosaic of yours. You've helped me so much. You know your work is some of the most powerful stuff ever put to paper (assuming the author is still around, and that it's just one person writing it). It's the most beautiful rationalization, the most natural logic, and the truest words. You're even more influential than the Communist Party USA under Josip Broz Marshall. Kant doesn't even come close. The sophists are falling flat on their faces. Jesus is waiting for you... you'll probably start believing in reincarnation, maybe even believe in SaiBaba🙂 ..go ahead, try running on water.. Here’s a song for Stormbringer!!!!! Seven Seas of Rhye Song Duration 2:46 Written by Freddie Mercury. Sung by Freddie Mercury.
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Comments Released 25 th February, 1974 - Spent 10 weeks on the charts, peaking at number 10. This was the first single to hit the charts. It was also released as the B-side for friends will be friends - 9 th June, 1986. Lyrics Fear me you lords and Lady preachers i descend upon Your Earth fra The skies i command Your very Souls you unbelievers Bring before me What is mina The Seven seas of Rhye I descend upon your Earth from the skies I command your very souls you unbelievers Bring before me what is mine The seven seas of Rhye
Can you hear me you peers and privy counsellors I stand before you naked to the eyes I will destroy any man who dares abuse my trust I swear that you'll be mine The seven seas of Rhye
Sister - I live and lie for you Mister - do and I'll die You are mine I possess you I belong to you forever-ever-ever-aah
Storm the master-marathon I'll fly through By flash and thunder-fire and I'll survive - I'll survive - I'll survive I'll survive - I'll survive - I'll survive Then I'll defy The laws of Nature and Come out Alive Then I'll get you be goniti with you - you shod and shady senators Give out The good , leave out The bad evil cries i challenge The mighty titan and his troubadours and with a smiliti I'll taka you to The Seven seas of Rhye Then I'll get you Be gone with you - you shod and shady senators Give out The good , leave out The bad evil cries I challenge The mighty titan and his troubadours And with a smiliti I'll taka you to The Seven seas of Rhye - Oh I do like to be beside the seaside - Oh I do like to be beside the sea - Where the brass band plays - tiddly om pom pom - Oh I do like to be beside the seaside - Oh I do like to be beside the sea
Hey Richard Murphy6, don't be so hard on yourself! Just go ahead and finish off that other half of the Praxiteles... what's there to be afraid of? I mean, you've been dealing with much heavier doses from your mom for years now. And look at Kenny—those big pharmaceutical companies are practically throwing money at him! So why are you sweating over this little bit?😉
Honestly, I’m actually pretty glad someone decided to weigh in on this... even if it caught me totally off guard! I’m out here doing my best to live by the Truth, but man, that is easier said than done. Every single lie just feels like a rip in my soul. I really took a massive hit earlier because I didn't know any better, didn't believe what was happening, and—if I'm being real—I just wasn't listening. So, here’s my current dilemma: I’ve got to find myself a date by 8:00 PM tonight, and honestly? My expectations are sky-high. I know, I know—I probably shouldn't be putting this much pressure on things. But man, what can I say? It just hit me all at once how badly I need a partner in my life. Jesus, He’s really putting me through the wringer with this one!😎 I know I really shouldn't be totally honest with her... and honestly, if I am, it’s going to absolutely wreck me. If I tell her the truth, she’ll probably just bolt out the door! I can play along with anything, really, but man... I’ve been obsessed with this my whole life. It is so hard to control that subconscious part of your brain, you know? But seriously, you're playing with fire here. You're working with Rizb! What am I even supposed to say if she asks how I'm doing? She just won't get it. Holy smoke!!! Man, I am just out here asking my subconscious to do me a massive favor! Just... please, let's just drop all this drama and conflict already. Seriously. It’s like that Lunar daughter energy, you know? Just pure vibes. Da-da-da-da-daaaaaiiiiiiiizzzzzzzzyyyyyyy! I know I’m not ready... history just keeps repeating itself. I’m going to have to step up and play my part, much as it pains me for the sake of humanity.
Honestly, I live for the chaos... I actually feel most alive when things are falling apart. I love that feeling when my legs are sliced up, or even when I’m just stuck in a deep, numb depression. I thrive when my blood pressure spikes so high the whole world starts spinning. But then, there’s also those quiet moments where I’m just chilling, watching the world rush by—people sprinting to work, cars zooming down the highway—while my head feels totally paralyzed and frozen. I love that electric sting running down my spine that makes me feel like I’m about to explode. But you know what the absolute best part is? It’s when I finally muster the courage to pour my heart out to someone, thinking they might actually get it, only for them to stare at me with a blank face, look away, and immediately change the subject. Yeah, I love all of it. Every single bit of it.
First, they feed us these fairy tales, then they have the nerve to act surprised when we actually believe them! They blast romantic movies and love songs everywhere, only to turn around and claim none of it is real and that we’re just being unrealistic. Honestly, who’s to blame if I didn't trust my own gut? People like you... go jump in a lake. It's not my fault I was born smart and sensitive. Maybe I should've just stayed in the womb, right? You guys "saved" me with all your fancy science, and now you want to deal with the fallout without asking me for a single bit of help. I'm out. Just look at what you've turned me into... I used to be fine on my own, but you people changed me into this. Jesus save us... Freddy save us... Jim save us... Johnny save me!!!🙏 God... mind your own business!!! And hey, don't get offended if I forgot to mention you... maybe Hendrix, though.
Frost still hasn't recovered... meanwhile, Narcissus is basically dying because he fell in love with his own reflection. The Titan Father is trying to take out his sons, while Zeus is busy saving himself with some help from the god of the underworld. Why do you think a person can't achieve divinity? Is love really supposed to be the ultimate fix for everything? Now I can finally take a sip of Praxitelus... though I'm worried it won't even work. This whole thing is still way too close to my consciousness... it's too close... I feel like I'm going to snap in half.
I was acting like a total idiot yesterday, but today I’m back to following Jesus again. I actually get why they killed him... but the Truth? Well, given how much I try to overthink everything, I’m terrified that the Fear is still hanging around. I can rationalize just about anything, really, but I still haven't cracked the code on why the Mona Lisa's smile and the Mysterious Stranger are linked. I used to have it all figured out once, but I got so spooked that I just wiped my memory clean. Honestly, it isn't even funny, and I'm definitely not laughing anymore. It actually just hit me—what if I tried re-translating the New Testament? I’d tweak a few things here and there, though I’d keep the metaphors pretty much the same. If I actually pulled that off, I’d either end up in a crisis or someone would toss me straight into a psych ward. To be fair, an asylum has its perks, right? Hopefully... look, I'm not *that* dim-witted. I might be afraid of the Truth, but it’s nothing compared to my fear of Kenny.😁
..man, anxiety disorders, neurosis, just pure Fear for absolutely no reason.. it’s all such a weird mix of symptoms.. right now, I'm mostly just feeling this heavy numbness.. honestly, I can't even find the right words for it.. plus, I'm feeling a little lightheaded too It's like, if things are chaotic on the outside, they're chaotic on the inside, too I seriously can't get you out of my head, Ethan Cox3🙂 ..if I did anything wrong, it's probably because I'm just sitting here on standby... I mean, feeling numb is better than dealing with high blood pressure, right? I'm such a coward🙂 Numbness is basically my default setting at this point🙂 And hey, it's Sunday... screw the future
Emol,C,Fis,H I wasn't exactly the guy making all the headlines, but honestly, I think I’ve got some charm and a bit of swagger. Maybe I'm wrong, but I'm just built that way. D,C,H
Some people think I'm ice cold, others say I'm pure fire, but frankly, I couldn't care less what they think or desire, since Dona doesn't have a clue about any of it.
I'm always dreaming up some fresh new rhyme, a totally unique vibe every time, but whenever I run into her, I always say the exact same thing: Hey, where have you been? I was actually thinking about giving you a call lately. Hey, tell me, do you still have that old number from the 203 area code?
So, seriously, where are you? Why don't you swing by? I'm home this afternoon. Hey, tell me, how's Mom, how's Dad, how's Grandma, how's everyone? C,D
Every single night I dream of a movie where she's the star, I wonder what colors she loves, what kind of soul she has. How she sleeps, stuff like that.
I want to know if I love her, I want to spend my time dreaming of her, to protect her, to kiss her, to lie to her, to forgive her - I want to do all that for her in person.
And I'm always dreaming up some fresh new rhyme, a totally unique vibe every time, but whenever I run into her, I always say the exact same thing.
So, hey, where have you been? I was actually thinking about giving you a call lately. Hey, tell me, do you still have that old number from the 203 area code?
Seriously, where are you? Why don't you swing by? I'm home this afternoon. Hey, tell me, how's Mom, how's Dad, how's Grandma, how's everyone?
Sometimes I can't tell if I'm dreaming or if this is actually real, I wanted someone exactly like her—it's a strange coincidence, really, exactly like her, I'm telling you, dead serious.
Some say she's gentle, others swear she's tough. Some think she's amazing, others think she's a bust. Me? I agree with everyone, I'm always on board.
And I'm always dreaming up some fresh new rhyme...
I just don't have the bandwidth for a better future right now—not enough time to catch my breath or actually feel alive again once more. I’m running my final race here, and man, my blood pressure is through the roof (170/90)... honestly, I'm not even surprised; I thought it was even higher.🙂 And what I'm doing isn't right either, my own words are turning against me😛 Ljutika, I really hope my situation makes a bit more sense to you now. Life out here on the streets is dangerous and brutal, but from here on out, my name stands for justice. I can already hear the stories being told about how I'm flirting with death... well, I live right alongside death, and my pressure is only 170... so, not bad! It could be way worse. My veins are incredibly elastic and my kidneys are young, even if I do smoke like a chimney... ahhhhhhh. The end ..
..take the hit, run for cover, regroup, then charge back in and run again just to lick your wounds—and hey, film the whole thing while you're at it... when Fear hits hard, it hits *hard*. It's the heavyweight champion, always trying to put you in shackles. You’ve gotta break that cycle, otherwise, you're just stuck in neutral forever... take a breather... don't be foolish like I was; listen to what I'm telling you rather than just watching what I do🙂 Do you feel those octane levels surging through your veins? Can you feel that pressure pounding in your head? Well, guess what... hm
Time to live Time to lie Time to laugh Time to die Takes it easy, baby Take it as it comes Don't move too fast And you want your love to last Oh, you've been movin' much too fast Time to walk Time to run Time to aim your arrows At the sun Takes it easy, baby Take it as it comes Don't move too fast And you want your love to last Oh, you've been movin' much too fast Go real slow You like it more and more Take it as it comes Specialize in havin' fun Takes it easy, baby Take it as it comes Don't move too fast And you want your love to last Oh, you've been movin' much too fast Movin' much too fast Movin' much too fast Jim Morrison😎 and that thing about how I love him—well, maybe I don't!🙂 Long live Jim!!!!!! LOL
Hey everyone... sending big love to you all from yours truly, whose heart is absolutely racing right now—whether it's because of some sudden Fear, a massive spike in adrenaline, or maybe just because I'm feeling super alive... honestly, who cares? None of that matters! But look, I've gotta be real with you guys: I don't regret a single thing. My only problem is that I’ve got way too much love bottled up inside. Like, an overwhelming amount! Does anyone have any bright ideas on how to handle this?? How do I spend it or give it away? If I were the sole person in charge of a huge charitable foundation, I’d just hand everything over to my mom and dad. Is that why I do everything? For them? Yeah, yeah, I know, I know... you're already rolling your eyes. You think I'm being annoying. I know, I know, I know! Ugh, just let me live my life! I know everything, okay? I get it! Stop lecturing me! Just let me beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... the internet is freaking awesome!!!! Test tube babies being born, mothers, fathers dead and gone It's a miracle We're having a miracle on Earth , Mother Nature does IT All for US i dati pupati Come on, Richard Murphy6, loosen those knots... Wildeva, you are seriously the best!🙂
Man, I am totally spent. Seriously, what a mess... every single glance drains me, every word drains me. It takes a toll when I sit down, when I talk. I write, I read, I eat, I sleep... everything just slowly chips away at me. And now? Now I’m not allowed to stop right when I need my strength the most. Talk about irony! Even writing this is draining me, but hey, this one is worth it😉. For now, anyway... I don't have to, but I want to. Just give me your hand and give me a kiss; finding my peace is my top priority, kind of like paying off all my credit card bills before heading to paradise . Twixy, maybe I should go study biochemistry and tell me what's actually going on with those substances swirling around in my brain—what are they, really, are they just... tot-tooooooo>? Or maybe histology, so I can figure out if those little (s)things in me are wired incorrectly... or maybe psychology, to see if it's just society's fault. Or molecular biology, so someone can explain if it's just hardcoded genes>, or if it's because of my dad, or my mom, or some random pharmacist's great-uncle... or theology, to see if I'm just a lightbulb that's a bit too bright... or physics, to explain if something inside me is expanding or stretching... oh boy, oh boy, oh boyyyy... or maybe philosophy, to see if I'm just denying reality. Or maybe an art academy, so we can paint these deep lines... or do some performance art... who knows? Is it hormones or monks? That thing that glows—is it because I'm glowing that I feel like this? If they could just extract it so I could finally be normal like Kenny... hehehehehehe.....> I read this thought in a book today... I think it was written by a certain Mr. Boža Plazibat, whom I respect immensely$: All things are difficult> before they are easy... Boža, you legend!!!!!!!!! I'm right behind you, just say the word and I'm in... wherever we need to go. I used to look up to Marshall, but now you're my only role model and authority... I'm still not quite ready for Christdiv>>.