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Face that cliff and take your dive, live across to the cool breeze of a second nature degree of certainty that all you'll ever do is right.
But what of second nature? How can we trust things we accept for being bought up with? Can we only trust the first nature? The single things that we know we're supposed to do deep down on our own?
For whoever told you to breathe? Who told you how to swallow?
But who told you to earn money? Who told you to watch tv to take away your pains... who told you that swear-words were bad? Emotions set in sandstone, wearing away by the tides created by the arms that want to hold you tight. Whoever told you how to be happy?
We're always looking for a centre, always looking for the blame... the focus, the attention, the one that can answer it all, when in fact we're just hiding from ourselves. You're the only one who knows what's right for you, so how DARE you try and convince others what's right for them?
The best advice I could ever take, would be "never take advice", and that's all I say in each and every thing I write. Follow your own life, lead your own games, don't stop to make sure you're wearing the same clothes as everyone else, don't check the magazines to make sure you've got the phone that's in fashion.
Even our minds we try to dress up, so they look pretty. We put little IQ's on them, we join societies, we ask to be seen by others for who we already know we are. What do you need to prove, and more importantly, why do you need to prove? Do whatever makes you happy, don't ask for forgiveness, don't hold back your thoughts because you're afraid of being judged for who you really are... because what, for once, they loved who you were?
I don't follow a path so I can reach the sunset. I follow it because it makes me happy.
I'm tired.
But what of second nature? How can we trust things we accept for being bought up with? Can we only trust the first nature? The single things that we know we're supposed to do deep down on our own?
For whoever told you to breathe? Who told you how to swallow?
But who told you to earn money? Who told you to watch tv to take away your pains... who told you that swear-words were bad? Emotions set in sandstone, wearing away by the tides created by the arms that want to hold you tight. Whoever told you how to be happy?
We're always looking for a centre, always looking for the blame... the focus, the attention, the one that can answer it all, when in fact we're just hiding from ourselves. You're the only one who knows what's right for you, so how DARE you try and convince others what's right for them?
The best advice I could ever take, would be "never take advice", and that's all I say in each and every thing I write. Follow your own life, lead your own games, don't stop to make sure you're wearing the same clothes as everyone else, don't check the magazines to make sure you've got the phone that's in fashion.
Even our minds we try to dress up, so they look pretty. We put little IQ's on them, we join societies, we ask to be seen by others for who we already know we are. What do you need to prove, and more importantly, why do you need to prove? Do whatever makes you happy, don't ask for forgiveness, don't hold back your thoughts because you're afraid of being judged for who you really are... because what, for once, they loved who you were?
I don't follow a path so I can reach the sunset. I follow it because it makes me happy.
I'm tired.
I need a haircut, its getting hard to gel now. I usually go No 1 back and sides, short on top.
Blinkin' Fish of Jehosavat! (I have started to post ridiculous blasphemys like this now - its fun and annoying ;-)
I had a haricut yesterday!
I had a haricut yesterday!
I usually go for a number 1 all over - easy to look after for lazy beggars like me.
I also had a haircut today. Verrry short. Seeing as this meaningful thread has turned into a discussion about hair. No 3 back and sides. No 4 on top, spiked at front. Aren't you all interested? Eh?
My hair needs cutting, but I'm not letting it.
I want crazy long hair, because I've never had crazy long hair before.
I want crazy long hair, because I've never had crazy long hair before.
You too? Seems to be a lot of people having haircuts today.
And I don't really know where most of this came from. As I said, I was babbling.
Labywabydadadadaylulally.
And I don't really know where most of this came from. As I said, I was babbling.
Labywabydadadadaylulally.
I had my haircut this afternoon too.
(What? You expected a *real* reply?)
NB: Wouldn't it be ironic if anyone took Grix's advice about not taking people's advice?
(What? You expected a *real* reply?)
NB: Wouldn't it be ironic if anyone took Grix's advice about not taking people's advice?
Face that cliff and take your dive, live across to the cool breeze of a second nature degree of certainty that all you'll ever do is right.
But what of second nature? How can we trust things we accept for being bought up with? Can we only trust the first nature? The single things that we know we're supposed to do deep down on our own?
For whoever told you to breathe? Who told you how to swallow?
But who told you to earn money? Who told you to watch tv to take away your pains... who told you that swear-words were bad? Emotions set in sandstone, wearing away by the tides created by the arms that want to hold you tight. Whoever told you how to be happy?
We're always looking for a centre, always looking for the blame... the focus, the attention, the one that can answer it all, when in fact we're just hiding from ourselves. You're the only one who knows what's right for you, so how DARE you try and convince others what's right for them?
The best advice I could ever take, would be "never take advice", and that's all I say in each and every thing I write. Follow your own life, lead your own games, don't stop to make sure you're wearing the same clothes as everyone else, don't check the magazines to make sure you've got the phone that's in fashion.
Even our minds we try to dress up, so they look pretty. We put little IQ's on them, we join societies, we ask to be seen by others for who we already know we are. What do you need to prove, and more importantly, why do you need to prove? Do whatever makes you happy, don't ask for forgiveness, don't hold back your thoughts because you're afraid of being judged for who you really are... because what, for once, they loved who you were?
I don't follow a path so I can reach the sunset. I follow it because it makes me happy.
I'm tired.
But what of second nature? How can we trust things we accept for being bought up with? Can we only trust the first nature? The single things that we know we're supposed to do deep down on our own?
For whoever told you to breathe? Who told you how to swallow?
But who told you to earn money? Who told you to watch tv to take away your pains... who told you that swear-words were bad? Emotions set in sandstone, wearing away by the tides created by the arms that want to hold you tight. Whoever told you how to be happy?
We're always looking for a centre, always looking for the blame... the focus, the attention, the one that can answer it all, when in fact we're just hiding from ourselves. You're the only one who knows what's right for you, so how DARE you try and convince others what's right for them?
The best advice I could ever take, would be "never take advice", and that's all I say in each and every thing I write. Follow your own life, lead your own games, don't stop to make sure you're wearing the same clothes as everyone else, don't check the magazines to make sure you've got the phone that's in fashion.
Even our minds we try to dress up, so they look pretty. We put little IQ's on them, we join societies, we ask to be seen by others for who we already know we are. What do you need to prove, and more importantly, why do you need to prove? Do whatever makes you happy, don't ask for forgiveness, don't hold back your thoughts because you're afraid of being judged for who you really are... because what, for once, they loved who you were?
I don't follow a path so I can reach the sunset. I follow it because it makes me happy.
I'm tired.