Mobius Stripper

Siddhartha by Herman Hesse.

Fountainhead by Ayn Rand

Phenomenon of Man by Pierre Teilard De Chardin

History of the World by H.G. Wells

Strewth!

As there are some men who do & feel the same, thank you.

People who just keep looking at the scoreboard & forget to play the game.

I'm not asking you to make her or anyone else love me. Just keep her in your care, alive & well.

Porn stars then, one I even EB'd in NYC through a friend ... Shannah McCullough. Her brains made me want her even more. :boo:

Free yourself first. Be yourself first. How can one give what one does not have?

Hello darkness, my old friend,

I've come to talk with you again,

Because a vision softly creeping,

Left its seeds while I was sleeping,

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone,

'neath the halo of a street lamp,

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of

A neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more.

People talking without speaking,

People hearing without listening,

People writing songs that voices never share

And no one deared

Disturb the sound of silence.

Fools said i,you do not know

Silence like a cancer grows.

Hear my words that I might teach you,

Take my arms that I might reach you.

But my words like silent raindrops fell,

And echoed

In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon God they made.

And the sign flashed out its warning,

In the words that it was forming.

And the signs said, the words of the prophets

Are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls.

And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

Victory!

Thanks for the victory of the Roos over the Kiwis last night. The game was bloody though.

Optimistic.

I'll shave tomorrow.

Power to remove people's bad breathe & other bad BO.

Sleepy now ... G'nite!

My funeral march should be the Ode to Joy, Beethoven's 9th Symphony.

If you say it exists & you make it so, then you're right.

If you say it doesn't exist & make it so, you're right too.

Love is in the heart of the believer.

Purpose. Take that away & watch a person crumble.

Thank you for letting me know she's alive. Please continue to take care of her. I trust in You.

If I can take the joy & pleasures love has to offer, should I not be able to accept the pain & suffering that comes with it?

If one so openly accepts & revels in the joy & pleasure love brings, why cower & be repulsed by the pain & suffering that also comes with love? Then do I know, do I really love or not?

Like a Rolling Stone

Bob Dylan

Once upon a time you dressed so fine

You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?

People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"

You thought they were all kiddin' you

You used to laugh about

Everybody that was hangin' out

Now you don't talk so loud

Now you don't seem so proud

About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be without a home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely

But you know you only used to get juiced in it

And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street

And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it

You said you'd never compromise

With the mystery tramp, but now you realize

He's not selling any alibis

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns

When they all come down and did tricks for you

You never understood that it ain't no good

You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you

You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat

Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat

Ain't it hard when you discover that

He really wasn't where it's at

After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people

They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made

Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things

But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe

You used to be so amused

At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used

Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse

When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose

You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

Woodstock!

Why aren't you married yet?

12:50 am

Zesto