The mask you wear is mirrored, So you become what you face: friend or foe. Though you never know who you are, Everyone knows you as themselves, reflected. But look into a mirror and you’ll see: You’re but an endless reflection of vacuous space; A nothing rendered soulless in your place.
Catch the Wind, Donovan
Dear known Unknown, I love you. I love everything you are: inspiration, fire, and beauty. From your yet colorless eyes, unformed smile, and frail empty head; I love you. I love you, but I don’t know you. And you don’t know me. My mind stores love to give, until we meet when it ignites at last. While you already exist for me, we don’t exist for each other yet. I know the...
Every day you wake, you age into what you are.
@Alaureltree : If you haven’t heard...
Wait in the night, attending eastward, and by twilight, tomorrow will have found you.
If you’re not prepared to be wrong, you will never come up with anything...– Sir Ken Robinson, http://tinyurl.com/5gsyph
Flock to the herd, bird to the sheep; man in the cradle figuring whose time to keep.
He wonders when it’s right if it’s wrong, and when it’s wrong he doesn’t notice at all.
A Conversation With Myself &c. in my Mind
“You know,” I said darting into the conversation, then pausing to take a sip of tea, “you know, I think we’re going to be together for a long time.” “I think we already have.” Tim chuckled, and squeezing Jackie closer added, “But I know what you mean. I feel like though we don’t see each other often, no matter how much we change we can always...
The Republican Party needs an ideological vasectomy– Chris Kofinis on Countdown with Keith Olbermann, Wednesday March 11, 2009.
Video Games Integrated into Libraries →
Me: It's fun to play with
Chris P: I'm not going to humor you.
Me: I wasn't hoping you would make that into anything other than what it is.
Chris P: I don't believe that.
Me: Seriously, actually
Chris P: False.
Me: Re "False" False.
Chris P: Untrue.
Me: Re: Re: Re: "False" False. Untrue. True.
Chris P: I HATE YOU
Me: :D Win.
Timing, twining, reeling in the tock He cannot wait for Father’s ticking clock. Tripping, tricking, rolling in his sleep His pace isn’t synced with the Styx’s seep. Catching, snatching, latching onto hope He holds his own and won’t release the rope. Lying, crying, trying not to settle, He’s fought hard tempering his mettle. Chiming clock, timing tock rhyming...
I don’t want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.– Zelda Fitzgerald (via quote-book)
Wild Horses, Alicia Keys feat. Adam Levine ...
No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.– James Joyce (via bananasareyellow)
Rites of passage, then, are part of the function of art. In teaching us about...– Peter Kivy, The Fine Art of Repetition: Essays in the Philosophy of Music
Ponderous people working in the line Put their lives on the line then it takes it in time. Ponderous politics breaking out the stops Never stop, never cease to put the people at peace. Ponderous prince settling in his keep, Decides what he keeps when he’s writing out the Treats. Ponderous prose thinking out with ink, Wrinkled hands write his Ink, when he can barely blink. ...
Battle! [Felix], Golden Sun Soundtrack — I...
Music Recognition Win
I just watched the trailer again (below), and thought that the music sounded similar to that in Golden Sun. A simple wikipedia search explains this similarity: Motoi Sakuraba composed the soundtracks to both Golden Sun games and this Valkyrie Profile game (and many others)
This looks brilliant. Between this and Fire Emblem, I’m going to be set for strategy RPGs for a while.
Words cascade from your mouth and crash into nonsense: You intend what you say, but your words mean differently than you intend, For though your words are birthed of the mind and articulated by the voice, Your actions reinterpret and temper your words. Your words speak of glory and honor, but they are misconceived; You define your words with Everyone’s tradition, but you redefine them...
“What do you have to say regarding this episode?” “We need to be up to date on the situation.” “Really, I couldn’t explain it properly if I tried.” “Stop. Think harder. What happened?” “I can’t put it into words, there’s too many visuals playing over in my head… they’re all getting confused, and I… I...
When I arrived at his house it was too late. The storm door was unlocked, and the inside door was wide open. A fresh cup of tea was waiting beside the stovetop, and an english muffin had already been buttered and placed before his usual seat at the kitchen table. His neat handwritten notes to himself were sprawled on the table; I picked up his mechanical pencil to adopt. I noticed he had been...
She looked out the broken window onto the patio. She could see her plants out there, and how frightened they looked of the approaching thunderstorm: they crouched near their pots, sulking in the shadow of their lazy leaves. She could see the bits of glass out there on the patio, and the baseball she threw, too. Exhausted, she rested her head on the window sill, and closed her eyes. Every few...
To be persuasive, we must be believable; to be believable, we must be credible;...– Edward R. Murrow