I don't know which works better... wishing on 11:11's; hoping on happy moments; praying before i go to sleep or when i wake up; thinking.. talking.. acting...
I don't now if playing fate/changing cards is more efficient than praying to a God.
Regardless. I am doing all of those things for you Mom.
"I'm missing your laugh, how did it break? And when did your eyes begin to look fake? I hope you're as happy as your pretending. I'm missing your bed, I never sleep. Avoiding the spots where we'd have to sleep. And this bottle of Beast is taking me home."
sorry,can't stop the hip-hop, in my blood it never parts, sorry, can't cop the beat that's underneath, my hip-hop heart, you can brag, it doesn't mean a thing to me you lost the battle way before you began to speak and you can talk your shit, and take that risk i'll shoot your weak mix down with my confid-ence i can stammer and stutter and still business numbers i am far from perfect, and it makes you nervous cause when i try, my endurance is lastin you've been breaking mirrors practicin and i don't walk through life i'm dancin i don't have to push or shove got the Moses step making waves rise above
-random rap i wrote down a quick minute ago.
i used to be so much more creative than i have been lately.
"I'll give you this confession I am taking you with me Where we can contemplate our chemistry
And your eyes were lined with questions With the blood rushing to waste To take this feeling with us to our graves To our graves
I get the feeling we're so misdirected I get the feeling we have lost control Til then I'll turn you to the new religion We're dropping out into the so unknown So unknown, yeah.
And we won't wake up on Sunday So I'm building us a church Where we can sleep in With the gods at work
And our friends will write us letters They'll never understand why we don't call We're hiding out until the empire falls Let it fall.
I get the feeling we're so misdirected I get the feeling we have lost control Til then I'll turn you to the new religion We're dropping out into the so unknown
If we have lost control, We're drifting slow Into the so unknown
If we have lost control, We're drifting slow So we drop out
And I'll give you this confession, I am taking you with me.
I get the feeling we're so misdirected I get the feeling we have lost control Til then I'll turn you to the new religion We're dropping out into the so unknown
I get the feeling we got disconnected I get the feeling we have lost control Til then I'll turn you to the new religion We're dropping out into the so unknown
You're so unknown, yeah. We're so unknown. The so unknown, yeah"
First song I looked up the lyrics to on the new Jack's Mannequin CD. It won't be the last, but there is always something special about the first.
I miss a lot of things tonight. That wasn't meant to be sad.
I have my computer back, finally. Last week of Powder Puff practice and hopefully procrastination.
If we could reduce the
world’s population to a village of precisely 100 people, with all existing
human ratios remaining the same, the demographics would look something like
this:
60 Asians
12 Europeans
5 Americans and Canadians
8 Latin Americans
14 Africans
49 would be female; 51 male
82 would be non-white; 18 white
89 heterosexual; 11 homosexual
33 would be Christian; 67 would be non-Christian
5 would control 32% of the entire world’s wealth,
and all of them would be US citizens.
80 would live in substandard housing
24 would not have any electricity at all, and 76%
that do have electricity, most would only use it for light at night
67 would be unable to read
Only 1 would have a college education
50 would be malnourished and 1 dying of
starvation
33 would be without access to a safe water supply
1 would have HIV
1 near death
2 would be near birth
7 people would have access to the internet
If to take a look at the
world from this condensed perspective, the need for acceptance, understanding
and education becomes evident.
If you woke up this morning
with more health than sickness, you are luckier than the million that will not
survive this week.
·If you have never
experienced a war
·A loneliness of
an imprisonment
·An agony of
tortures
·Or a famine- then
you are happier than 500 million persons in this world
If you are able to go to
church, mosque, or synagogue without fear of harassment, arrest, torture or
death- you are happier than 3 billion persons in this world.
If there is a meal in your refrigerator
If you are dressed and have got shoes
If you have a bed and a roof above your head- you
are better off than 75% of people in this world.
1.if you have a
bank account
2.money in your
purse
3.and there is some
trifle in your coin box- you belong to the 8% of well-provided people in this
world
If you can read the newspaper you do not belong
to those 2 billion people who cannot read at all.
We read this to our village every session. Tomorrow, I will be reading it for my Public Speaking class.
