Smoking my pipe listenning this

Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever. You might want to think about that. You forget some things, dont you?
You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.
 
WaylonMercy5150 said:
Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever. You might want to think about that. You forget some things, dont you?
You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.
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What kind of horse shit theory is that?
 
StonedLemur said:
What kind of horse shit theory is that?
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You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothin else.
 
WaylonMercy5150 said:
You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothin else.
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Life is made of moments collected on the wind, the nets of invisible butterflies.
It ebbs and flows in and out of yesterdays into tommorow.
Life comes and goes and comes again, whether alone or with a friend.

We make what we will...what we will of our will, still...like the pond we skip stones on.
It's building blocks left over from a day of play...okay, inside the night till the next day.
It's now, then and forever.

It never stops even as we sleep, the ones we keep...close, afar and other wise.
We open our eyes, our hearts, and that's all we have in our toy box.
 
StonedLemur said:
Life is made of moments collected on the wind, the nets of invisible butterflies.
It ebbs and flows in and out of yesterdays into tommorow.
Life comes and goes and comes again, whether alone or with a friend.

We make what we will...what we will of our will, still...like the pond we skip stones on.
It's building blocks left over from a day of play...okay, inside the night till the next day.
It's now, then and forever.

It never stops even as we sleep, the ones we keep...close, afar and other wise.
We open our eyes, our hearts, and that's all we have in our toy box.
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The truth about the world, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.

The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man's mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others.
 
WaylonMercy5150 said:
The truth about the world, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.

The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man's mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others.
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Losing our way in the maze is one of the ways we can righteously misbehave... For we are no more than children skipping the skip of broken rhythms into the back street dice game.
It doesn't matter if we shoot craps table because we're able to skip on, for we are the children of the land of broken toys.

We mute the noise with our own. Like sirens on top of the cop...car, we will shit their coop.

We take the the run to merely experience the wind, this is the end, not the begin.
It's said to be a sin, to curse word up mothafucka, but I'm all set with rules.

I pop the top and pour one out for me, that's right I'm a selfish son of a bitch.
I seen her doing the same skip as and we're in adulthood...she is also a broken toy, and we fix each other.

That's what life is.
 
WaylonMercy5150 said:
You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothin else.
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Don't wa-da-tah to the shama cow... 'cause thats a cama cama leepa-chaiii, dig?
 
StonedLemur said:
Losing our way in the maze is one of the ways we can righteously misbehave... For we are no more than children skipping the skip of broken rhythms into the back street dice game.
It doesn't matter if we shoot craps table because we're able to skip on, for we are the children of the land of broken toys.

We mute the noise with our own. Like sirens on top of the cop...car, we will shit their coop.

We take the the run to merely experience the wind, this is the end, not the begin.
It's said to be a sin, to curse word up mothafucka, but I'm all set with rules.

I pop the top and pour one out for me, that's right I'm a selfish son of a bitch.
I seen her doing the same skip as and we're in adulthood...she is also a broken toy, and we fix each other.

That's what life is.
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Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.
 
WaylonMercy5150 said:
Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.
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I'll take that borrowed time, and flip it and double my money.
The borrowed world is what we live in, on a daily basis...which is why it's so precious.
Burrowed eyes should be used to watch your back so you can see what's coming, for life is full of surprises.
 
I wont even read the arguments above cuz im too stupid.
 
StonedLemur said:
I'll take that borrowed time, and flip it and double my money.
The borrowed world is what we live in, on a daily basis...which is why it's so precious.
Burrowed eyes should be used to watch your back so you can see what's coming, for life is full of surprises.
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The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down. The rain will erode the deeds of his life. But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry will by the decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge that he will effect a way to dictate the terms of his own fate.
 
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