We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Guys,
Scratching is the new itching
And thought is the new glue sniff
And the music plays on regardless.
And thought is the new glue sniff
And the music plays on regardless.
Youtube
Seems to be less of a thing lately for me, but why?
Perhaps I need better production standards often times, or am simply unhappy with how many videos taken as a whole can fall flat or get repetitive in some way. Yet it is their edgy qualities that offer the thrills you can't find anywhere else. I just dislike the chance of feeling a bit robbed by a bad vid. This being an issue of a piece of the entire internet pie that can disgust me. Yet I remind myself of the importance of free speech and then I am okay with it.
Perhaps I need better production standards often times, or am simply unhappy with how many videos taken as a whole can fall flat or get repetitive in some way. Yet it is their edgy qualities that offer the thrills you can't find anywhere else. I just dislike the chance of feeling a bit robbed by a bad vid. This being an issue of a piece of the entire internet pie that can disgust me. Yet I remind myself of the importance of free speech and then I am okay with it.
Our culture seems to be in the past now that computers dominate.
This is why the past has very great meaning and value sometimes worth risking your life for in a fire even.
Time is a hunter...
In the end
The end of the day
Of course that would be
Not the end of the week
As sunsets lead to starry nights
Sometimes a sense of fright
Perhaps that the end is here
Or nigh
Then the clock ticks wild
After the midnight hour
Perhaps then time fades
And the silence can speak
Of dreams to come
And lights within
To open up the sun
As in loves light
Change comes.
The end of the day
Of course that would be
Not the end of the week
As sunsets lead to starry nights
Sometimes a sense of fright
Perhaps that the end is here
Or nigh
Then the clock ticks wild
After the midnight hour
Perhaps then time fades
And the silence can speak
Of dreams to come
And lights within
To open up the sun
As in loves light
Change comes.
Thoughtgasm
Maybe our bodies should look a bit different.
Like going to the doctor and having my whole body replaced
So I can become a hairy footed hobbit
And have some boobs and a vagina
Blonde hair and braces.
Like going to the doctor and having my whole body replaced
So I can become a hairy footed hobbit
And have some boobs and a vagina
Blonde hair and braces.
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