Favorite bands :
pelican, ufomammut, sleep, dead meadow, jesu, necrophagist, cult of luna, norma jean, bongzilla, explosions in the sky, elliot smith, death cab for cutie, ozzy's black sabbath, kyuss, queens of the stone age, red house painters, eyehategod, soilent green, the bled, incubus, third eye blind, rise against............. .................... .........
Favorite tv :
mr show with bob and david, futurama, family guy, basilisk, animated shows/movies
Favorite movies :
12 angry men, the day the earth stood still, they live, waking life, kung pow
when i look up, i see you
youre a godsend but im no prophet
youre always there but never facile to fortell
ever and again you open up and shine
i squint, realizing you remain dark and hidden
blanketed under thick cover
your face appearing pale to see me
but you never pour down
in the dying light, you come unfettered
painting your scars on the canvas
only to be eclipsed by your elegant colors
then your beauty flows, like a river, deep into my soul
though your colors are but a reflection
of the sea that stretches out much more
regardless of the forecast
theres a rose sky marrying my dreams
and ill always see you when i look up
theres a hunger brewing inside of me
its starting to cripple my mind
creating scars on my body
which im not sure it can sustain much longer
it was like you just fell into my lap
when i was down and out without a hope in the world
they always told me bad things about your type
but i always figured we were destined for this eventually
at first i was hesistant
but there you were, just so appealing
once i gave in i could never give you up
you became a part of the blood my veins could never do without
im beginning to go insane
its been a little while since
since i had my last fix
youve made me realize how much i cant resist
it seems ive run dry fast
so suddenly, you disappeared
not leaving much of a trace
now i have to dig deep to find you
my appetite for you grows
every dragging hour
when i cant be with you
youre my fix and i need you
The prisoners engage in what appears to us to be a game: naming the shapes as they come by. This, however, is the only reality that they know, even though they are seeing merely shadows of images. They are thus conditioned to judge the quality of one another by their skill in quickly naming the shapes and dislike those who play poorly. - Allegory of the cave
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