Bert&Ernie Posted July 27, 2011 When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Seldom Posted July 29, 2011 I am the storm I am the wonder And the flashlights nightmares And sudden explosions Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
synchromesh Posted August 2, 2011 "A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval." - Mark Twain Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
qualia Posted August 6, 2011 more h2gaia quotes "The distortion of truth by association book. The word is "may". You all believe heroin was in the bag because cannibis resin was in the bag. The bag may have contained heroin, but the chances are 100 to 1 certain that it didn't." - D. D. Bagley Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
qualia Posted August 11, 2011 "The Master said, 'If the people be led by laws, and uniformity sought to be given them by punishments, they will try to avoid the punishment, but have no sense of shame. If they be led by virtue, and uniformity sought to be given them by the rules of propriety, they will have the sense of shame, and moreover will become good.'" - confucian analects, book 2, chapter 3 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
qualia Posted August 16, 2011 "We know that the best protection for those girls is that they get themselves into a secure relationship with a loving husband." - Barnaby Joyce Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Seldom Posted August 26, 2011 "If you could see the you that I see When I see you seeing me You'd see yourself so differently Believe me" Henry Rollins 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
synchromesh Posted August 30, 2011 “A forest bird never wants a cage.” - Henrik Ibsen Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ulca Posted August 30, 2011 "Try not become a man of success, but, become a man of value" ~ Guess who? "When the going gets weird, the weird turn professional." ~ Guess who? "Now he has departed from this strange world a little ahead of me. That means nothing. People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion." ~ Good ol' Albert, a genius for being able to simplify things to a point where normal people can use it and make sense of it in everyday life. ... True genius, shame he used that marvelous brain on physics rather than ... Beyond everything.. Which i believe towards the end of his life, he did.. "For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled." ~ Hunter S. Thats all for now . Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Seldom Posted August 31, 2011 Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong And lonesome comes up as down goes the day And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin' And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin' And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin' And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin' And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin' And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm And to yourself you sometimes say "I never knew it was gonna be this way Why didn't they tell me the day I was born" And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin' And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet And you need it badly but it lays on the street And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat And you think yer ears might a been hurt Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush And all the time you were holdin' three queens And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean Like in the middle of Life magazine Bouncin' around a pinball machine And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying That somebody someplace oughta be hearin' But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed And no matter how you try you just can't say it And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth And his jaws start closin with you underneath And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign And you say to yourself just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking In this air I'm inhaling Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard Why am I walking, where am I running What am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin' On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin' In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin' In the words that I'm thinkin' In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin' Who am I helping, what am I breaking What am I giving, what am I taking But you try with your whole soul best Never to think these thoughts and never to let Them kind of thoughts gain ground Or make yer heart pound But then again you know why they're around Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down "Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin' And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking If that was you in the dream that was screaming And you know that it's something special you're needin' And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin' And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding And you need something special Yeah, you need something special all right You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track To shoot you someplace and shoot you back You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler That's been banging and booming and blowing forever That knows yer troubles a hundred times over You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race That won't laugh at yer looks Your voice or your face And by any number of bets in the book Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze You need something to open up a new door To show you something you seen before But overlooked a hundred times or more You need something to open your eyes You need something to make it known That it's you and no one else that owns That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting That the world ain't got you beat That it ain't got you licked It can't get you crazy no matter how many Times you might get kicked You need something special all right You need something special to give you hope But hope's just a word That maybe you said or maybe you heard On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve But that's what you need man, and you need it bad And yer trouble is you know it too good "Cause you look an' you start getting the chills "Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ And it ain't on that dimlit stage With that half-wit comedian on it Ranting and raving and taking yer money And you thinks it's funny No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club And it ain't in the seats of a supper club And sure as hell you're bound to tell That no matter how hard you rub You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you And it ain't in no cardboard-box house Or down any movie star's blouse And you can't find it on the golf course And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin' Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry When you can't even sense if they got any insides These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows No you'll not now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache¥ And inside it the people made of molasses That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny Who breathe and burp and bend and crack And before you can count from one to ten Do it all over again but this time behind yer back My friend The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl And play games with each other in their sand-box world And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools That run around gallant And make all rules for the ones that got talent And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do And think they're foolin' you The ones who jump on the wagon Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style To get their kicks, get out of it quick And make all kinds of money and chicks And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel Good God Almighty THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL" No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face You gotta look some other place And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin' Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin' Where do you look for this oil well gushin' Where do you look for this candle that's glowin' Where do you look for this hope that you know is there And out there somewhere And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways You can touch and twist And turn two kinds of doorknobs You can either go to the church of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital You'll find God in the church of your choice You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital And though it's only my opinion I may be right or wrong You'll find them both In the Grand Canyon At sundown Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
qualia Posted August 31, 2011 "Traffic lights are a Bolshevist menace... Traffic lights are things which are set up to try and control traffic to try and control individuals on the roads," Dr Peter Phelps (NSW MP) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
qualia Posted August 31, 2011 "Roundabouts. Roundabouts represent freedom. Roundabouts represent democracy at its finest" - Dr Peter Phelps (NSW MP) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
etherealdrifter Posted August 31, 2011 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=obv947BGU1k good quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
qualia Posted September 1, 2011 This bitter earth Well, what fruit it bears What good is love mmmm that no one shares And if my life is like the dust oooh that hides the glow of a rose What good am I Heaven only knows Lord, this bitter earth Yes, can be so cold Today youre young Too soon, youre old But while a voice within me cries Im sure someone may answer my call And this bitter earth Ooooo may not Oh be so bitter after all Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
shoes Posted September 1, 2011 (edited) When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car. fucking lmao > LIKE A computer lets you make more mistakes faster than any invention in human history - with the possible exceptions of handguns and tequila. -Unknown My software never has bugs. It just develops random features. -Unknown The box said 'Requires Windows 95 or better'. So I installed Linux. -Unknown Edited September 1, 2011 by shoes 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
qualia Posted September 15, 2011 In necessariis unitas, in dubiis libertas, in omnibus caritas Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Seldom Posted September 18, 2011 The Kingdom of God is forcefully advancing, and forceful men lay hold of it Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Slybacon Posted September 22, 2011 In the words of Dr. Seuss, “Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not.” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
qualia Posted September 26, 2011 "For now we see through a glass, darkly." - 1 Corinthians 13:12 (King James Version) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Seldom Posted September 27, 2011 (edited) "But what do you know about me, given that I believe in secrecy, that is, in the power of falsity, rather than in representing things in a way that manifests a lamentable faith in accuracy and truth? If I stick where I am, if I don't travel around, like anyone else I make my inner journeys that I can only measure by my emotions, and express very obliquely and circuitously in what I write." Edited September 27, 2011 by bulls on parade Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
qualia Posted September 30, 2011 (edited) "Let the fools have their tar-tar sauce!" - Mr Burns Edited September 30, 2011 by qualia Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
qualia Posted October 6, 2011 "Relax, it's just a phone" - God Steve Jobs "Tom" Jason Burford Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Dolos Posted October 6, 2011 Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Slybacon Posted October 7, 2011 " IDon't know whats in this shit but I feel GREAT! Postal 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Dolos Posted October 7, 2011 Behold the turtle, for he makes progress only when he sticks his neck out.... Robert Frost Share this post Link to post Share on other sites