kyla "Meditating among liars, and retreating sternly into myself, I see that there are really no liars or lies after all, / And that nothing fails its perfect return -- And that what are called lies are perfect returns, / And that each thing exactly represents itself, and what has preceded it, / And that the truth includes all, and is compact, just as much as space is compact, / And that there is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth but that all is truth without exception; / And henceforth I will go celebrate anything I see or am, / And sing and laugh, and deny nothing." 011215
spoons why am i such a failure at everything i do? 020421
rollins someone you can tell everything to 020422
angie everything is everything.
is it true that lauryn hill doenst like white people? i think that is a shame. i like her.
oh well
delivos everything is a goddamn lot of stuff, are you sure you want it all? 020522
pilgrim In The End
It was Everything or Nothing
After All
red pill comes from something, nothing is something 020710

everything is starting to piss me off
lotuseater there is nothing.
everything is a void.

what am i supposed to do when there is nothing to do?

am i supposed to let go? to lift off and never come back down? im running out of ideas... im going mad.

im losing touch with the outside world... am i missing anything?

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
lotuseater woah, someone else chanted "fuck"

sorry, too much profanity
gucci everything bright eyes does is great. ahhhh i love him 030415
my sharona Tell me everything you want to hear 041129
Music for Carl The human mind simply cannot contemplate 'everything' anymore than it can contemplate 'nothing'. Human beings think in terms of limits. Even when a person thinks of endless space or an infinite amount of things, they immediately set subconscious limits to their thoughts. What would it be to be able to contemplate true nothingness or absolutely everything? Godhood. 050512
tessa we can exist without thought

In existence, we experience everythingness every day
We live nothingness every moment

whether or not we think so
somenom every thing is a form of love 050531
tessa love is not enough
but it's all there is

these are all the things i want to say to you but can't.

this is one of those days where before i would turn to the knife.

my love for you is rooted deep in me, in a place not even a sword could pierce. i know what love is. i know what falling out of love is. it's when it

feels like someone is twisting you and you don't break. breaking would be relief.

sometimes i feel like i would marry you if you asked me. more of the time i feel like a fool for even having marriage on the mind, like someone

who can't stop thinking about the spoon. i'm a fool.

i want someone who would fight for me if the situation called for it. i feel like you wouldn't come after me if i left. you would move on gracefully with your life after breaking someone's lamp. you would womanize and drink and find someone else to lust after you lovingly, dote on you, take care of everything when you're gone. you eloquent smashing young man.

i have recently been surrounded with scenes of men sighing woefully of women gone, them not knowing what they had at the time, and realizing it

now as they sip on a scotch, eyes glazed over in remembrance. one of them got a second chance.

if what i'm feeling now is real enough, i'm not sure i would be capable of a second chance.

i'm somewhat afraid of you. of your critical eyes. your constant comparing. the way you bring out my animalistic tendencies. we're both

flames, you and i. we're dangerous together. an inferno, raging inside each of us.

i'm not sure what path i'm on anymore.

i'm tempted to flee again.

fight or flight. i'm sick of the phrase. why does it have to be one or the other. i've been doing both simultaneously my entire life.
what's it to you?
who go