A man is not limited primarily by the tools available to him, but primarily by his own self-knowledge and courage.
Regular folk is capable of a lot.
Don't get too discouraged.
Are your enemies: lazy, stupid, cowardly? Count them as intelligent, industrious, and bold.
Ps. 121:5-8
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My friend tells me he has been [redacted sad stuff]. Just got out of the hospital. City folk sure are different. I think I prefer it. No candy coating the general cruddiness of the human condition, generally speaking.
Hands are sweating. Nervous system must be in some kind of shock.
Beatuiful night, but cold. About the same. Beautiful, cold danged world.
Need to say what's up to my friend I haven't talked to in a long time. Maybe get a bicycle first.
Who benefits, exactly? A good question. I'd like to ask an adult that I trust about this.
Not supposed to cast your lot with those bent on change. That's what it said. Read it with my own eyes. I can understand why. The systems that exist have t-cells of their own defense.
"You could make peace."
"I'd sooner go to hell."
(Personal Grievance)
More machine than animal, more animal than man. Rather be an unsung hero. Praise is embarassing! I have no problem with being a hollow shell. Being filled overflowing with electrified nothingness is an appropriate, warmly welcomed improvement. [Note: some mystical schools get off on stuff like this as a higher calling. I don't place a lot of merit on it, either way.]
I was never much of a human being anyway.
Cause any sort of change at all, as much as possible, risk, reward, whatever. It's empowering to feel so immortal & inconsequential. Any identity is spited & judge by measure.
Not a wolf, but a sheepdog. Much rather be a shepherd, as the guy in charge must be running out of options having me around.
The green eyed monster, hm? Pride is out of fashion, but really, I am getting fairly comfortable with my anger in all things concerned. Can't buy everything in this world, but what you can't is mostly worthless. Just because you can't have it doesn't mean it's worth having. Maybe I can give away the priceless myself some day and see how that effects its market value equilibrium. Maybe I'll just walk it off, as if anyone but God cares, or if even the devils have taken notice.
Give away the priceless and pay everything for the worthless.
The prophet. An admired chaotic neutralish artist. Helped me find myself, and really- this is hard to miss, that's an amazingly gorgeous human being. Nothing wrong with it, it's perfectly right and natural.
"Simple twist of fate"
Always be pleasant to your overseers.
The meds have his eyes set in his skull like a dead man's. They line their coffers with his down, and there he is: snuffed out, shambling. I will never trust in that, I don't care what sort of golden fleece they're hiding behind this year.
I know there's more to life that you can count on than exploitation, calamity, and grief. You do indeed see a lot of that sort of thing, though.
How much has been seen at my own hands? The great and the humble are both not super wonderful, I think. I'm not. You're not.
I remember when all it took was a little love.
I think things I'd never say. I say things I'd never think.
They've numbered the stars, but I'm not sure if they've all been named yet. Might as well name all the wild hairs on a dog's ass.
I've seen more strength from women about four foot eleven standing on their tippy toes than a man over seven foot tall, with my own eyes, I swear it! Faith can move mountains, muscle too, enough of it, but there's an every color diamond in the schemer's smile, crafted by the mind of God. No point in resisting gravity? Tell the birds that! You can rest assured that's all been anticipated and factored in, with a careful touch.
Icarus, hm? Icarus.
Some of these people are dramatic. Step in faith haphazardly.