A mind like a compressed spring

beautiful imagery

-adrianc

 

Tone back the meds...

 

...or just bang as many hos as you can.

 

Bang bang bang!

 

what ever hes smoking can i get some?

 

To loose all virtue , and shroud the eyes within the mind, let all thoughts fade and
with a new day I begin again and of yester is gone and forgotten.

~takeshi385

 

words to live by

 

Who sir are you referring , assembler or I?

 

I can sorta see what you mean, ASSEMbler, but you have to admit that's kind of a weird way to start a thread. Then again, I've posted weirder things.

 

Toast buns, and then run the gamut from RAM to Rare. Roll the dice of life, and win (or fail). Eat many sandwiches, and die a happy clam.

 

All we are is dust in the wind.

 

*punches Grac in the shoulder*

 

Here we go again..

 

Sorry, I was referring to the notion that learning is a powerful tool.

 

New poetry by me:


Looking back I lost track of what was a head , never knowing what will or when , happiness is great single thought is hard , but along with much I have become better. sadness may set in , but thought won't fade . Deep in thought I contemplate reality form dream. Always thinking , always learning.

I love poetry, but I could be alot better at writing it.

 

This is what I try to live by... NOt this text, but the idea behind it

The greatest weight.-- What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: "This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and everything unutterably small or great in your life will have to return to you, all in the same succession and sequence - even this spider and this moonlight between the trees, and even this moment and I myself. The eternal hourglass of existence is turned upside down again and again, and you with it, speck of dust!" Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus?... Or how well disposed would you have to become to yourself and to life to crave nothing more fervently than this ultimate eternal confirmation and seal?- Friederick Nietzsche. The gay Science

 

My mind is glowing...

 

I would be a what they call a Drunken whore if I was to have been born 130 years after I was

-Lousia May Alcott