when these rooms with timid windows they just lead sunny rays towards grey..
they’re meddling just outside affairs, affairs that are mundane from day to day…
they’re rearranging information with all these clever schemes to make us pay…
you can call a thousand shots connect the maze with blurry dots exchange n change a zillion stocks you can convince yourself you got alot..
they own your soul man u sold your spot ..Sinister mr senator president and prime minister no privacy for the citizens you monitor and administer..
ignorant of the visitors of the digital inquisitors making more of those terror laws to keep us safe from conspirators..
send the troops on too many wars locking horns with the minator .. new world order to reassure but culture wise just too immature..
minister mr sinister senator slave abolisher monitor and administer your the victim and the demolisher…
well mimic moves will lose their frame.. its just a shame shame shame.. disappointments always taste the same.. its just a shame shame shame.. educate yourself and own some blame .. its just a shame shame shame.. my friend this is a dawning just according of attack and once the world is yawning the stage will fade to black…
What I cant believe it the mighty dragon of the west defeated …
firstly revenge is needed are the guns on the F22’s depleted..
a twin tower glass and fireball shower they really wanna fight the power..
a single double then a triple collapse but fire cant burn through steel in an hour..
the analysis doesn’t make sense like gunshots from afar into JFK put your fears away living in ignorance sheep so naive ignore the evidence..
Liberty taken United Stately 911 truth needed greatly ..
time passes memo hazy this is literally demo crazy..
Its a picture perfect target when our history fights back my friend this is the dawning its the according of attack..
and once the world is yawning …its a shame shame shame …
and once the world is blind… its just a shame shame shame..
and once the world is yawning ..its just a shame shame shame
and once the world is blind …its just a shame shame shame..
and once the world is yawning… you can try to save your soul from the otherside…
THE STAGE WILL FADE TO BLACK..
THE STAGE WILL FADE TO BLACK..
How in the hell has it been so long since grown up folks knew their rights from their wrongs..
when wars were fought by soldiers strong when freedoms were bought with stripes and songs..
call to arms with fortune gongs what till our land is dead and our rivers are gone ..
until our land is dead and our rivers are gone….
Vocals : Shea Seger and Kapulet
Keys and Production : Dazmos
Drums : Uvray
Bass : Anrul
Act of taking for granted is the mother of all blunders.
Same in Finnish language
Oletus on kaikkien mokien äiti.
He that sows thorns should never go barefoot.
If you are going to write, say, fantasy – stop reading fantasy. You’ve already read too much. Read other things; read westerns, read history, read anything that seems interesting, because if you only read fantasy and then you start to write fantasy, all you’re going to do is recycle the same old stuff and move it around a bit.
“Humans! They lived in a world where the grass continued to be green and the sun rose every day and flowers regularly turned into fruit, and what impressed them? Weeping statues. And wine made out of water! A mere quantum-mechanistic tunnel effect, that’d happen anyway if you were prepared to wait zillions of years. As if the turning of sunlight into wine, by means of vines and grapes and time and enzymes, wasn’t a thousand times more impressive and happened all the time…”
― Terry Pratchett, Small Gods
“There were people who called themselves Satanists who made Crowley squirm. It wasn’t just the things they did, it was the way they blamed it all on Hell. They’d come up with some stomach-churning idea that no demon could have thought of in a thousand years, some dark and mindless unpleasantness that only a fully-functioning human brain could conceive, then shout “The Devil Made Me Do It” and get the sympathy of the court when the whole point was that the Devil hardly ever made anyone do anything. He didn’t have to. That was what some humans found hard to understand. Hell wasn’t a major reservoir of evil, any more than Heaven, in Crowley’s opinion, was a fountain of goodness; they were just sides in the great cosmic chess game. Where you found the real McCoy, the real grace and the real heart-stopping evil, was right inside the human mind.”
― Terry Pratchett, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch
An ash I know there stands,
Yggdrasill is its name,
a tall tree, showered
with shining loam.
From there come the dews
that drop in the valleys.
It stands forever green over
the ash, as it stands.
The old tree groans,
and the giant slips free. (Plasma Eruption of the Sun,
I know that I hung on a windy tree
nine long nights,
wounded with a spear, dedicated to Odin,
myself to myself,
on that tree of which no man knows
from where its roots run
A serpent came crawling (but) it destroyed no one
when Woden took nine twigs of glory,
(and) then struck the adder so that it flew into nine (pieces).
There archived apple and poison
that it never would re-enter the house
“The ants are bad” The Bear
“Do not be fooled. They look very small, so harm you don’t think of then at all. Then years. Then one day you wake up, and your home has fallen down.” Osman.”
― Tahir Shah, In Arabian Nights: A Caravan of Moroccan Dreams
Life is priceless
even to an ant”
― Xiaobo Liu, June Fourth Elegies
“Then there are those who think their bodies don’t exist. They live by mechanical time. They rise at seven o’clock in the morning. They eat their lunch at noon and their supper at six. They arrive at their appointments on time, precisely by the clock. They make love between eight and ten at night. They work forty hours a week, read the Sunday paper on Sunday, play chess on Tuesday nights. When their stomach growls, they look at their watch to see if it is time to eat. When they begin to lose themselves in a concert, they look at the clock above the stage to see when it will be time to go home. They know that the body is not a thing of wild magic, but a collection of chemicals, tissues, and nerve impulses. Thoughts are no more than electrical surges in the brain. Sexual arousal is no more than a flow of chemicals to certain nerve endings. Sadness no more than a bit of acid transfixed in the cerebellum. In short, the body is a machine, subject to the same laws of electricity and mechanics as an electron or clock. As such, the body must be addressed in the language of physics. And if the body speaks, it is the speaking only of so many levers and forces. The body is a thing to be ordered, not obeyed.”
― Alan Lightman