on my morbid attraction to suffering
this really got me thinking --> a message from god
Labels: define me
posted by AristoNeeks | 1:59 pm
the padded cage
i like it here.
Contributors
- a life wasted
- Happy Blogday!
- when everything is going wrong
- I'm the lord and master
- personality disorder
- i woke up today and wished for tomorrow
- good music – nostalgia
- 100 posts
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- a nation of bastards
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whispering voices
asylum
things i wanna do before i croak
- 1. learn a martial art
- 2. learn to play piano
- 3. work abroad
- 4.
go on a weekend away with a significant other
- 5. learn a foreign language, like Nihongo
- 6. jump off a bridge
- 7. a course in graphic design
- 8.
get married
- 9. see the museums in europe
- 10. visit all the continents
asylum
things i wanna do before i croak
- 1. learn a martial art
- 2. learn to play piano
- 3. work abroad
- 4.
go on a weekend away with a significant other
- 5. learn a foreign language, like Nihongo
- 6. jump off a bridge
- 7. a course in graphic design
- 8.
get married
- 9. see the museums in europe
- 10. visit all the continents
- 1. learn a martial art
- 2. learn to play piano
- 3. work abroad
- 4.
go on a weekend away with a significant other - 5. learn a foreign language, like Nihongo
- 6. jump off a bridge
- 7. a course in graphic design
- 8.
get married - 9. see the museums in europe
- 10. visit all the continents
from ingrid:
- LIED VAN DIE LAPPOP
Ek is die lappop wat nie praat
en maak net op jou liefde staat
Saans lê ek blind en stil en doof
en lig nie meer my semel-hoof
My hande roer nie en my lyf
word met jou weggaan koud en styf
Sonder jou hulp kan ek nie loop:
jy het my sommerso gekoop
en sal my nog een Guy Fawkes-nag
goedmoeds verbrand en daaroor lag.
Ek is die lappop sonder gees
My pyn jou luid gevierde fees.
It has always been my opinion that not suffering is better than suffering. Thinking is always a good thing, and positive thinking is good so long as you're realistic. Life is all about balance, and right now I think I need some insulin. I'm just glad I don't have to shoot it into my eye. See? That's positive thinking … or at least retarded optimism.