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I went sky divin', I went rocky mountain climbin', I went 2.7 seconds on a bull name Fumanchu. And I loved deeper, And I spoke sweeter, And I gave forgiveness I've been denying, And he said someday I hope you get the chance, To live like you were dyin'. |
I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely |
I wonder when someone will grow the testicles to say to americans everywhere, 'Enough with the self-medicating.' Seriously. What ever happened to dealing with life? Life is pain. Life is inconvenience. Life is a tall, cool glass of "F**k You". Step away from the Prozac and Xanax, and Drink Up, Bitches. Refills are on the house... |
I would much rather have regrets about not doing what people said, than regretting not doing what my heart led me to and wondering what life had been like if I'd just been myself. |
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I'd like to think the best of me was still hiding up in my sleeve. |
I'd like to write what life could be like, instead of what it is like. I guess I haven't figured out enough on how to live to the best of my abilities to be able to be metaphorical or use similes about this apparent reality called "life" around me. |
I'd rather die enormous than live dormant. |
I'd rather lose myself in passion than lose my passion. |
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I'm tired of all this isolation. I'm tired of this triviality of life. I want real human emotion. I want to feel the natural spontaneity of life, the beautiful randomness and rawness that is life. I want to see you and I want you to see me and I want to bask in that moment of humility and intimacy and the acknowledgement of your dignity and my humanity, even if it is for a second. That'll be enough. |