Fuck today man.
I need a cigarette.

A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning=Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.

As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."

So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ;
Men reckon what it did, and meant ;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit
Of absence, 'cause it doth remove
The thing which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two ;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run ;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.

-John Donne

"As we melt let's make no noise
oh the profanation of our love
to tell the world our passing joys!
And we, besides, care less to miss
our eyes and lips and hands."

(but honey, I'm not who you think I am!)

"And so you'll be to me
who must obliquely run
"thy firmness makes my circle just,
and makes me end where I begun"
There's nothing wrong
as I'll be somewhere singing all along."

(no! tell me, where have you gone, my love.)
-mewithoutyou

One Day We All Become Our Parents

“Men wish to be saved from their vices not the mischief of their vices,”
I pack my smokes and dodge the dagger in your eyes,
“This is the last one, I swear.”
Flint meets steel while I kiss the cotton, sweet cancer.
Your elitist emerges by the second glass-
I hate that bastard, I do.
We could set fire to paradise, you and I.
Self-loathing, self-destructive, and self-absorbed,
cynicism in the flesh.
Snide smiles disguise subtle insecurities
Yeah, yeah, yeah, who am I kidding; this is exactly what it looks like.

F My Life

Today, my professor, who was born without arms, asked somebody "need a hand?" There are over 300 students in that class and I was the only one laughing. FML

Wizard Kite is Superior

Kite flying success.

Bioshock.

Does anyone have Atlas Shrugged?

I wanna read it.

What a game.

James Harrison is my new hero.