I drank you from a cup of coffee today There were your foamed initials resting incomprehensibly on the hot fluid. It felt awkward sipping
Inside everyone is controlled hatred if there wasn’t society wouldn’t work. When it is let out by the masked savages of Cavan-Chickens-Bullies- there’s uncontrollable hatred let lose on humanity. Don’t talk to me of save the environment.
When something arises beyond the knowledge that already exists an immolation begins inside of us. He is the match and I am the flame the unfettered light. Watching him in his anxiety of supposition and solitude.
The willpower paradox is the idea that people may do things better by focusing less directly on doing them, implying that the direct exertion of volition may not always be the most powerful way to accomplish a goal. The dream in itself does nothing. It’s the causation that transcends it and carries you on to
pure whispers in the sounds- look -there-feel it-now
Rows of houses, all bearing down on me I can feel their blue hands touching me All these things into position All these things we’ll one day swallow whole And fade out again and fade out This machine will, will not communicate These thoughts and the strain I am under Be a world child, form
Everything in Its Right Place Radiohead Kid A, kid A Kid A, kid A Everything Everything Everything Everything In its right place In its right place In its right place In its right place Yesterday I woke up sucking on a lemon Yesterday I woke up sucking on a lemon Yesterday I woke up sucking
SKYLLA (Scylla) was a sea-monster who haunted the rocks of a narrow strait opposite the whirlpool of Kharybdis (Charybdis). Ships who sailed too close to her rocks would lose six men to her ravenous, darting heads. Homer describes Skylla as a creature with twelve dangling feet, six long necks and grisly heads lined with a triple