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We weren't born with a name, we were given a name. A hedgehog doesn't have a name. It's just a nameless thing with a handful of flesh and skin and a beating heart. A hedgehog doesn't even know it doesn't have a name.
 
 
   
 
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
 
whatever happened to chivalry?  whatever happened to e good old days when men were gentlemanly and courteous? whatever happened to the days when men knew their place and their boundaries?
 
with all the charms of a woman
you've kept the secret of your youth
you led me to believe you're old enough to give me love
and now it hurts to know the truth
 
young girl, get out of my mind
my love for you is way out of line
better run girl, you're much too young girl
 
beneath your perfume and make-up
you're just a baby in disguise
and though you know that it's wrong to be alone with me
that come-on look is in your eyes
 
so hurry home to your mama
i'm sure she wonders where you are
get out of here before i have the time to change my mind
cuz i'm afraid we'll go too far
- 'Young Girl'
 
Found myself just the other day
In the backyard of a friends place
Thinkin’ about you
Thinkin’ of the crowd you’re in
What you up too where you been?
Just thinkin
 
And all the clothes that you wear
And the colors in your hair
Shouldn’t change you
Now you tell me why it’s so
You're bigger than mighty Joe
At lest you think so
 
God my fingers burn
Now when I think of touching your hair
You have changed so much that I don’t know
If I can call you and tell you I care
And I would love to bring you down
Plant your feet back on the ground
 
Throw my smoke down on the ground
Turn my head and I heard the sound
That reminded me
Of the days so young and sweet
Always so much fun to meet
At lest I thought so
 
Now you think you're so damn fine
You can rule the world no not mine

I don’t think so
 
Now the scene that you’re in
And the people that you been with
Just get to me
But you think I’m not as cool
As you are so beautiful
Well who you fooling?
 
Well I’m here to tell you babe
The game you're in is just a game
So damn pretentious
 
God my fingers burn
Now when I think of touching your hair
You have changed so much that I don’t know
If I can call you and tell you I care
And I would love to bring you down
Plant yoo ur feet back on the ground
You think you’re so beautiful
So beautiful
- 'So Beautiful' , Pete Murray
 
the thought of being estranged by someone; of estranging someone, burns.......
please don't let me be the person he's singing about one day, no, not me, don't let me fall any deeper to e claws of such superficiality
 
'After a night's sleep the news is as indispensible as the breakfast. "Pray tell me anything new that has happened to any man anywhere on this globe," - and he reads it over his coffee and rolls, that a man has had his eyes gouged out this morning on the Wachito River; never dreaming the while that he lives in the dark infathomed mammoth cave of this world, and has but the rudiment of an eye himself.'
 
'To a philosopher all news, as it is called, is gossip, and they who edit and read it are old women over their tea.'
 
'Shams and delusions are esteemed for soundest truths, while reality is fabulous. If men would steadily observe realities only, and not allow themselves to be deluded, life, to compare it with such things as we know, would be like a fairy tale and the Arabian Nights' Entertainments. If we respected only what is inevitable and has a right to be, music and poetry would resound along the streets. When we are unhurried and wise, we perceive that only great and worthy things have any permanent and absolute existence, that petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadows of the reality. This is always exhilarating and sublime. By closing the eyes and slumbering, and consenting to be deceived by shows, men establish and confirm their daily life of routine everywhere, which still is built on purely illusory foundations. Children, who play life, discern its true law and relations more clearly than men, who fail to live it worthily, but who think that they are wiser by experience, that is, by failure.'
- Walden

 

 
   
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