J'ai croisé beaucoup de regards, mais je ne me suis perdu que dans le vôtre
Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn’t hear the music
But maybe we are the universe wanting to experience itself.
Maybe we are stars, curious of the earth.
A little piece of the galaxy wanting to feel the dirt beneath its feet.
Wanting to fall in love and feel it’s heart beat.
Maybe our only purpose here is to simply be and enjoy what unfolds.
The greatest use of life is to spend it on something that will outlast it
“Once you realize there is life after mistakes, you gain a self-confidence that never goes away.”
— Bob Schieffer
“Talk nonsense, but talk your own nonsense, and I’ll kiss you for it. To go wrong in one’s own way is better than to go right in someone else’s.” - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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Chet Thomas, 2005
Some things may never heal, but you cannot look at your wounds forever.
SPENDING TIME
SPINNING OUT TOWARD
A DESIRE THAT WASN’T PURE
BORN BEFORE THE VIRUS WAS CURED
PITCH PERFECT
VIOLINS ON THE FLOOR
FAST FORWARD LININGS ON MY SKULL
TYPE OF DESIGN I COULD AFFORD
FAST FORWARD BANDS OUT
GOT THEY HANDS OUT
LIKE THEY’RE ACKNOWLEDGING THE FÜHRER
REWIND NAS TRACK 6
REWIND DANCE CRAZES
READ MY MIND
FREED MY MIND
FEED MY MIND
MAKES SENSE
JUST LIKE MIRRORS ON THE WALL
JUST LIKE SITTING ON ME
RAW IN MIRRORS SEEN IT ALL
COULD MAKE TWO
A PIECE OF MIND
FLICKING ASH
POURING A HALF
DONT POUR IN A GLASS
POUR IT IN FOAM
THAT’S WHITE LIKE EGGSHELLS IN MY OMELETTE
MY EARLOBES ARE YELLOW LIKE THE YOLK IS RUNNING
MY BRAINS ON DRUGS
I STILL HAVE NO PEACE OF MIND
FUCK
WOOF WOOF DOGS IN THE PLACE
LOOSE TOOTH LOST IN THE FRAY
ROOF LOST IN THE WRAITH
ROOF LOST ON THE WAY
FREEWAY
NO ROZAY
BRUTE FORCE
BRUT CHAMPAGNE
TELL THE FRONT DESK TO CUT NEW KEYS
RESERVED IN THE MERCER FOR TWO YEARS
IN TWO SUITES
TOOK OUT THE BED LIKE ITS FUCK SLEEP
ILL SMACK A BITCH LIKE ITS HOT HANDS
FIRED THE LABEL LIKE FUCK BRANDS
COMFORTABLE LOW NIGGA FUCK XANS
COMFORTABLE SLOW WHO THE FUCK RAN
NOTHING IS SWEET
NOTHING IN TANK SWEET
ITS JUST A TANK P
SALT ON A SLUG
SODA ON SLUGGED TEETH
CHEWING ON NOTHING
UR TWEAKING OR SOMETHING
UR REACHING FOR SOMETHING
UR SPEAKING SPEAK UP THEN
UR THINKING UR OVERTHINKING
ONE BLINK AND IM PRECUMMING
THAT COULD TURN EVERY NO ONE
INTO SOMEONE
When a million things can bring you down, find one reason to keep you up.
— Unknown
your productivity is not synonymous with your worth.
your ability to focus is not synonymous with your worth.
other people’s opinions of your intelligence are not synonymous with your worth.
