31 July, 2010
I always know where I am by the way the road looks. Like I just know that I've been here before. I just know that I've been stuck here. Like this one fucking time before, you know that? There is not another rood anywhere that looks like this road, I mean exactly like this road. It is one kind of place, one of a kind. Like someone's face. Like a fucked up face.
27 July, 2010
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And she's buying the stairway to heaven.
18 July, 2010
14 July, 2010
"Happiness for example. Whenever he desired something, so did I. Or fame for him when he didn't desire anything, neither did I. In this way i didn't live without desires, for him. when he was silent, he must have been like me. I only had the desires he manifested."