Now we all have a great need for acceptance, but you must trust that your
beliefs are unique, your own,
even though others may think them odd or unpopular, even though the herd
may go, "that's baaaaad."
Robert Frost said, "Two roads diverged in the wood and I, I took
the one less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference."
Dead Poets Society
Up
here in my tree
Newspapers matter not to me
No more crowbars to my head
I'm trading stories with the leaves instead
Wave
to all my friends
They don't seem to notice me
All their eyes trained on the street
Sidewalk cigarettes and scenes
Up
here so high I start to shake
Up here so high the sky I scrape
I'm so high I hold just one breath here within my chest
Just like innocence
I
remember when
I swore I knew everything
Let's say knowledge is a tree
It's growing up just like me
I'm
so light the wind he shakes
I'm so high the sky I scrape
I'm so light I hold just one breath and go back to my nest
Sleep with innocence...
Up
here so high the boughs they break
Up here so high the sky I scrape
Had my eyes peeled both wide open, and I got a glimpse
Of my innocence... got back my inner sense...
In
My Tree
Eddie Vedder
JD
Salinger's "The Catcher in the Rye"
by Evan Dorkin
I believe
if there's any kind of God it wouldn't be in any of us, not you or me
but just this little space in between.
If
there's any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding
someone sharing something.
I
know, it's almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer
must be in the attempt.
Before Sunrise
From
childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Alone
Edgar Allan Poe
Ad
Majorem Dei Gloriam
1927-2007
CC64MTG
Wong
takon wosing dur angkoro
Antarane
riko aku iki
Sumebar
ron ronaning koro
Janji
sabar, sabar sak wetoro wektu
Kolo
mangsane, ni mas
Titi
kolo mongso
Pamujiku
dibiso
Sinudo
kurban jiwanggo
Pamungkase
kang dur angkoro
Titi
kolo mongso
Orang
orang bertanya kapan angkara murka berakhir
Diantara kau dan aku
Tersebar daun daun kara
Bersabarlah untuk sementara waktu
Suatu ketika, dinda
Pada suatu ketika
Doaku
semoga
Semakin berkurang korban jiwa raga
Pengakhir angkara murka
Pada suatu ketika
Pada
Suatu Ketika
Sujiwo Tedjo
God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves
with white collars.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we
can buy shit we don't need.
We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have
no Great War.
No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression
is our lives.
We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be
millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars.
But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very
pissed off.
Fight Club
