i hope no one reads this
danny's birthday. feeling slugish. I don't know how to define everything i need to say without sounding whiney or informal or brutish or calice. Not that it matters, i've got nothing to prove. Perhaps my minimalism is catching upto my grandious desires and aspirtations of something more than imagined.
Truly those with the most lucid imaginations are cursed. It's so easy for these types to lose base, to live in another world. Perhaps if that is escapism and cowardly, cowardice is synominous with bliss, rather than ignorance. mmm big red lips candy.
Perhaps i am standing still.
Perhaps i am waking from my stillness?
Despite how far i've come and how much i grow, it seems like i'm still waiting for that person to come along like the gutless sack of door-knobs that i am and show me my calling. This is weakness at it's finest. How many things must be reinvented before we have a true whole? and how many turns do we make before we personify the turning?
once upon a time a tiger was chasing some goats. during the chase she became injured, and gave birth to a cub as she died. the goats, having never seen a baby tiger before, adopted it into the herd. As he grew, the cub was not a very good goat. He didn't have the right teeth for chewing grass, and he liked to climb up trees to sleep which made the other goats jealous.
One day, another tiger came along and started trying to catch one for dinner as before. He came upon the young tiger, cowering in the bush.
"what are you doing?" asked the old tiger
"hiding" replied the younger
"why?"
"i'm afraid you'll eat me" answered the young tiger.
"come with me" laughed the old tiger. Whereupon he took the young tiger to his cave and made him eat of a freshly killed antelope. The young tiger told him he was a vegetarian. But the old tiger made him eat; telling him the meat would make him strong. After a while, he took the young tiger to the lake and told him to look at his reflection before he took a drink.
"you see, your face is the same as mine. You are not a goat. You are a tiger. You must act like a tiger. That is the nature of things."
Truly those with the most lucid imaginations are cursed. It's so easy for these types to lose base, to live in another world. Perhaps if that is escapism and cowardly, cowardice is synominous with bliss, rather than ignorance. mmm big red lips candy.
Perhaps i am standing still.
Perhaps i am waking from my stillness?
Despite how far i've come and how much i grow, it seems like i'm still waiting for that person to come along like the gutless sack of door-knobs that i am and show me my calling. This is weakness at it's finest. How many things must be reinvented before we have a true whole? and how many turns do we make before we personify the turning?
once upon a time a tiger was chasing some goats. during the chase she became injured, and gave birth to a cub as she died. the goats, having never seen a baby tiger before, adopted it into the herd. As he grew, the cub was not a very good goat. He didn't have the right teeth for chewing grass, and he liked to climb up trees to sleep which made the other goats jealous.
One day, another tiger came along and started trying to catch one for dinner as before. He came upon the young tiger, cowering in the bush.
"what are you doing?" asked the old tiger
"hiding" replied the younger
"why?"
"i'm afraid you'll eat me" answered the young tiger.
"come with me" laughed the old tiger. Whereupon he took the young tiger to his cave and made him eat of a freshly killed antelope. The young tiger told him he was a vegetarian. But the old tiger made him eat; telling him the meat would make him strong. After a while, he took the young tiger to the lake and told him to look at his reflection before he took a drink.
"you see, your face is the same as mine. You are not a goat. You are a tiger. You must act like a tiger. That is the nature of things."
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