Bob Loblaw
Bluelight Crew
Kinda like your appendix?
Today, I am going to call my family and tell them that I love them all and tell them how much I miss them, and I can't wait to go home and see my family and friends. It's been like 2 years now, I am so homesick. You should all call your parents and brothers and sisters and grand parents and aunts and uncles and tell them how much they mean to you. Our Family and Friends and their love is all we really have, everything else is an illusion, including pain.
Now listen to parabol/parabola by Tool.
Now listen to parabol/parabola by Tool.
Kinda like your appendix?
Still have mine and I'm happy to keep hold of it :D
Some day, if you are lucky,
you’ll return from a thunderous journey
trailing snake scales, wing fragments
and the musk of Earth and moon.
Eyes will examine you for signs
of damage, or change
and you, too, will wonder
if your skin shows traces
of fur, or leaves,
if thrushes have built a nest
of your hair, if Andromeda
burns from your eyes.
Do not be surprised by prickly questions
from those who barely inhabit
their own fleeting lives, who barely taste
their own possibility, who barely dream.
If your hands are empty, treasureless,
if your toes have not grown claws,
if your obedient voice has not
become a wild cry, a howl,
you will reassure them. We warned you,
they might declare, there is nothing else,
no point, no meaning, no mystery at all,
just this frantic waiting to die.
And yet, they tremble, mute,
afraid you’ve returned without sweet
elixir for unspeakable thirst, without
a fluent dance or holy language
to teach them, without a compass
bearing to a forgotten border where
no one crosses without weeping
for the terrible beauty of galaxies
and granite and bone. They tremble,
hoping your lips hold a secret,
that the song your body now sings
will redeem them, yet they fear
your secret is dangerous, shattering,
and once it flies from your astonished
mouth, they–like you–must disintegrate
before unfolding tremulous wings.
Are you directing that question to the Drug God? :')
Oops 'you' can be 1 people or a whole group
I always misinterpret that - you'll have to forgive my retardedness.....
yes you. all y'all ;D
All these happy people. How do you do it?