I am home for the holidays,
Don’t know when I will be back,
Gonna go buy some things,
For my family,
Then we will gather ’round,
Singing all the Christmas cheers,
Dancing in the snow and playing games,
Thus when we all get done,
And when they have to go,
That – is – when – I’ll – leave.
But what is,
And that is,
And will always be!
They throw us
Under the vain
What not to do
-magnetic poem I created last year
I would like so very much for things to be more momentous, and for me to be in control of the momentum.
No one knows anything about sleep, muscle tone, and how they relate, do they, IM or e-mail (Aaron_EJ@yahoo.com) if you do.
When you walk into a store, what is the first thing that you see? For me, it is usually a toaster.
Activation Synthesis Hypothesis: a theory suggesting that dreams are a result of random activation of the cortex.
Everything is nothing but nothing is something. (this is not true that everything is nothing, but it is true that nothing is something. If you look at it in a certain light, nothing is impossible, but if you do not have nothing, and don’t have everything else, than you have a paradox, or as i like to put it, a duck)
On a dissimilar light, check out this link: http://www.commondreams.org/headlines04/1106-30.htm
Bitlly Witlly Blue,
Went up to the top of his shoe,
To the barber he said,
Wata bita – Wata bita, wa dita, wa due.
Now this Bitlly Blue,
Liked to chew on your shoe,
So you had to be careful,
What you wanted to do.
But today like none other,
He had chewed all his shoes,
So he had the chew shoe blues!
Here I am not,
This month of the year,
This time in the world,
When heredum is theredum,
And wheredum is boredom,
And when you just want to say:
Why did this whole world just decided to screw up?
What are we all gonna do?
Should we stand up and fight?
Should we sit and stay still?
Or are these just more of the same?
I think if we do,
Do something that’s fun,
It will make people realize,
That things should be taken,
Just a little more lightly,
And that we should look more,
At none other than others,
For help in this world,
For they may just want some of the same.
Yet such is oft the course of deeds that move the
wheels of the world: small hands do them because they
must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.
How can sleep actually come? Sleep is not an object, but a concept, a description of a state of being, and if not imposed on one’s self – sleep shall impose itself on you.