Friday, December 21, 2012
Apocalypse 2012
...well so far this has been a rather dull Apocalypse. Maybe the problem is the lack of spontaneity in world-ending-events? It's sort of like waking up on Christmas to no presents...I mean, not seeing a horde of zombies or multiple mushroom clouds off in the horizon just makes for a very lackluster apocalyptic experience.
Better luck next time?
(And I refuse to even make a snide remark about the number of Christians who were actually concerned about this date. I would mention something about reading their Bible but what's the point when it's most likely being used as a dusty paper weight.)
Better luck next time?
(And I refuse to even make a snide remark about the number of Christians who were actually concerned about this date. I would mention something about reading their Bible but what's the point when it's most likely being used as a dusty paper weight.)
Monday, December 17, 2012
Quote of the Day:
"How do I turn this into something I believe,
When it’s something I’ve been told and something I’ve been taught?
How do I turn this into something that I need?
I’ll be lavishly controlled and be someone that I’m not.
Believing in love, believing in hope, surrendering all of my will,
Believing in nothing is scary, believing in something is scarier still.
Believing in love, believing in hope, surrendering all of my will,
Believing in nothing is scary, believing in something is scarier still."
-Showbread, "Precursor"
When it’s something I’ve been told and something I’ve been taught?
How do I turn this into something that I need?
I’ll be lavishly controlled and be someone that I’m not.
Believing in love, believing in hope, surrendering all of my will,
Believing in nothing is scary, believing in something is scarier still.
Believing in love, believing in hope, surrendering all of my will,
Believing in nothing is scary, believing in something is scarier still."
-Showbread, "Precursor"
Labels:
Precursor,
Quote of the Day,
Showbread,
The Fear of God
Friday, December 7, 2012
Dream a Little Dream
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Pain.
Tired.
Wishing I could dream again.
Beauty of beauty,
be not too far from me.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Pain.
Tired.
Wishing I could dream again.
Beauty of beauty,
be not too far from me.
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