Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Its raining in a distance. Its beautiful.
The low lying clouds, expanding towards the middle, like a detonated atom bomb, flattening out as a mushroom towards the ground.
The occasional flash the breaks through it from nowhere, jolts you.
Before long, the darkness of the night covers it all up; mother nature only giving a peak from time to time with the sole flash of lightning.
It been awhile, Jack, its been awhile.
white flashes are now golden. haven seen that for quite a long time.
The low lying clouds, expanding towards the middle, like a detonated atom bomb, flattening out as a mushroom towards the ground.
The occasional flash the breaks through it from nowhere, jolts you.
Before long, the darkness of the night covers it all up; mother nature only giving a peak from time to time with the sole flash of lightning.
It been awhile, Jack, its been awhile.
white flashes are now golden. haven seen that for quite a long time.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Friday, November 9, 2012
悬崖吗?
i think so. oh no.
and in the fracas of this entire week, i totally forgot to mark out the 5th of November.
In his memory, "while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and, for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth."
may not be his actual words, but i guess its close enough.
i think so. oh no.
and in the fracas of this entire week, i totally forgot to mark out the 5th of November.
In his memory, "while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and, for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth."
may not be his actual words, but i guess its close enough.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Monday, November 5, 2012
Never hard to be the one observing. on the sidelines watching the action.
When caught in the heat of things, we then find ourselves unprepared, though we did prepare.
Its a fine line between persist and pester. A bloody thin line indeed.
On an even more pessimistic note, the sun does not rise, nor does it set. It remains stationary, in the vastness of space.
What a word, prof. what an illusion shattering moment. But that is how it should be isn't it? To live in reality.
Its a fine line between persist and pester. A bloody thin line indeed.
On an even more pessimistic note, the sun does not rise, nor does it set. It remains stationary, in the vastness of space.
What a word, prof. what an illusion shattering moment. But that is how it should be isn't it? To live in reality.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
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