suicide is the most sicere form off self-criticism.
i live my life in tortured solitude. all i want is to be left alone.
sadness rest like a weight upon the shoulders of the lonely. longing drains the soul sorrow and despair follow those cast out of their heaven
more than through anger or lust for power,the dark enters through despair. through the belief that in the end, there is nothing but pain and sorrow and death, and that nothing we do truly matters.
anguise , pain, sacrifice& death. sounds like marriage.
the man of tommorow is forged by his battles today.
joy without despair is utterly meaningless
all order is fleeting
there is order in chaos
there are things in this galaxy that are or us to think about and there are other things that are for us to do.
no man should know his on destiny. no one man can know, otherwise he just becomes a pawn of fate and no longer a man.
morality s a code of values which one forms for the purposeof guiding one's life.
a woman has the last word in any argument. anything a man sys after that, is the beginning of a new argument.
love is nothing more than the recognition that 2 are 1
Monday, February 06, 2006
TASTE IS THE ENEMY OF ART
the thruth is always greater than the words used to describe it.
