Greetings fellow traveller of the deep dark wastes of exuberance

do you ever get the feeling that you've seen it all, been thru it all; that everything that's ever happened is happening all over again; that nothing stays the same and nothing, ever, ever, changes?

There's a point all of us reach after which everything ceases to matter; we all live, after all, in worlds of one.

The otherside will always beckon; no matter how much closer you get to the shattering moment.That this very poignance that makes consciousness at all possible is in fact what impedes our flight...

And, all your dreams and all your prayers fly upon the wings of pink suger coated pigs while you sit somewhere with a cup of tea looking at the mountains and thinking, again, that the tall blue one is where it's at.



:D

The young and the disenchanted

When you're working your ass off
haven't slept in so long
cant sleep
too much waiting
waiting
waiting
waiting
still waiting

young, full of energy. want to do stuff.
but it ain't happening. its like the great pause. you're stalling. you know you cant stall. cause stalling you fall and go flaaattt... phud. dhud. thud (nothing's easy. specially not falling)
so you've gotta do something.
right?
but what?
and now?
how?


Its the waiting i despise. i don't know what to do with it. the slow pace kills me. i need it to happen and i need it to happen yesterday.

blah blah blaaaah blah blah...


:D