A corded lawn mower is about as convenient as using chalk on a white board.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
GRIT (noun)
1) a : sand, gravel
b : a hard sharp granule (as of sand); also : material (as many abrasives) composed of such granules
2) any of several sandstones
3) a : the structure of a stone that adapts it to grinding
b : the size of abrasive particles usually expressed as their mesh
4) firmness of mind or spirit : unyielding courage in the face of hardship or danger
5) capitalized : a Liberal in Canadian politics
I'll take #4 for my life please, Alex.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
you neek
I voice of wisdom once uttered:
"To be great,
you don't have to be the best.
You can always be the most unique."
"To be great,
you don't have to be the best.
You can always be the most unique."
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Self Recission
The only thing tougher than crying-
is sleeping.
And the only thing keeping me from sleeping-
is the crying.
Every time I ask myself:
"who am I?"
I run from myself,
and hide.
And even though-
I always know,
where I'm hiding-
I don't tell.
That's...
how much I love myself.
My only conviction-
is my lack of conviction.
I believe in myself-
the same way I believe in fiction.
It's fond-imaginative thoughts-
living with deep meaning, like religion.
I'm pecking for reality,
like the crumbs that of a pigeon.
I see clearly-
so irregularly,
the crumbs of reality,
they don't come cheaply to me.
I'm lost like a criminal-
thinking criminal thoughts.
I'd never make a good bad guy-
I too badly want to be caught.
is sleeping.
And the only thing keeping me from sleeping-
is the crying.
Every time I ask myself:
"who am I?"
I run from myself,
and hide.
And even though-
I always know,
where I'm hiding-
I don't tell.
That's...
how much I love myself.
My only conviction-
is my lack of conviction.
I believe in myself-
the same way I believe in fiction.
It's fond-imaginative thoughts-
living with deep meaning, like religion.
I'm pecking for reality,
like the crumbs that of a pigeon.
I see clearly-
so irregularly,
the crumbs of reality,
they don't come cheaply to me.
I'm lost like a criminal-
thinking criminal thoughts.
I'd never make a good bad guy-
I too badly want to be caught.
Labels:
dreary,
gloomy,
moral,
poem,
self conflict,
self doubt
Friday, March 15, 2013
bad is good
As you get older, you will be able to identify the things that have bred your anxieties.
Things will get better,
If you just keep working on the hard stuff.
Dealing with the bad is good.
Life is good and beautiful, when you can work up the grit to understand, or at least have a level of acceptance, of the grim.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.
Things will get better,
If you just keep working on the hard stuff.
Dealing with the bad is good.
Life is good and beautiful, when you can work up the grit to understand, or at least have a level of acceptance, of the grim.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Friends
"The friends thou hast and their attention tried, grapple them to your soul with hoops of steel."
Shakespeare
Shakespeare
Saturday, March 2, 2013
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