Saturday, January 22, 2011

The Heft of a Volume on Musicology

The pain is dull.
The pain of being; dull.

It's unfortunate that the hight of fashion today is to keep all the sparkles on the outside. I'm a thief then, to take all of what they have and giving none of mine. Ah, the decaying economy of the street populous. 

A one man band is a musician so disagreeable he must play all roles. Often sub-par. There is no excellence in being lonesome.

Some problems are too large to solve in the moment and I'm wise to recognize this. Instead, it's important to note that it is merely a -pause- and not a -stop-. To pursue in adversity. 

It is not enough to know of justice as you would an associate. Justice must be a lover and a confidant. 

I wreck not the man but the method to his wickedness. One must live evil to know evil- to recognize and then take action; first to remove it from the self. Only then can one help others. 

The fringe IS man. 
Flourishing is weak. 

The more you learn about human nature, the more you learn about plant nature. Network ideas and dig deeply into mystery.

Rushing towards silence is...

My filter for interpersonal communication is simple. 
Hunger.
Of any kind.
Not only to consume and satiate ones self but to digest. That is why people bow before me. How can I respect a man who rides in the back of his own car?

Never forget that the only reason to clear some land is to plant a flower. otherwise I'd be the devil. 

"The big bag sale!"
I'd rather have big ideas.
"Hawaiian design!"
Made by white people trying to perpetuate their dysfunction within paradise. 

Hah. The same mall cop has passed me twice. Both times I was writing. I wonder what he thinks.

You can hang anything on a woman and it will become beautiful the moment she wants to take it off for you. 

There is no honor in living and expressing anything less than a righteous lifestyle. 

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