My Mind & I.
Anything and Everything that Provokes the Space Behind My Eyes.
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Healthy life.
Positive life.
Karma life.
Gym life.
Buddha life.
Metal life.
Hardcore life.
Reggae life.
Music life.
Party life.
Family life.
Friend life.
Love life.
Sex life.
Tattoo life.
Book life.
Laughing life.
Summer life.
Peaceful life.
Beach life.
Powerful life.
Money life.I live a full life.
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I’m so cold, or so I’ve been told.
Everything happens for a reason.
I think I could get used to you,
But I never knew, karma is all around me.
Karma is all aroundSome is good, the rest is bad…
Just live my life a good person.
A good personI’ve shared pages with these devils,
Stood on stages with these saints burning holes in the backs…
Bitch, don’t kill my vibe.
Yeah, bitch, don’t kill my vibe.One thing about music, when it hits you feel no pain.
Take a shot at everybody and leave them fuckin’ lame.But I’ve learned cunts make it far,
So fuck it, I’ll let you all know:
You drag me down, my stomach turns;
You’ll make it far, or so I’ve fuckin’ learned.I don’t say a word, just let the world revolve around you,
Crawled up inside every motherfucker.
Every motherfucker is a sucker,
Just like the last cigarette you ever have.
Just a whore to all these dreams, just so you know:
I never slept, or lived my life on my knees. -
20 ft. from my house.
#stayflexin
#tyrannosaurusflex
#steakbowl
#flexmex @mikewhiteeee @bst_training -
Cigarette smoke dances back in the window,
And I can see the haze on its own light.
I’m conjuring ghosts on a forty hour ride home,
And they keep asking me what I’m doing with my life.While my friends go to bed with their wives.
I’m feeling like I’ve fallen behind.Well, the highway won,
I’m listening to traffic reports one on one,
Coming quietly undone.
I was born to run,
Away from anything good.
An escape artist’s son,
Sun-drenched pavement in my blood.The first thing that I do when I walk in is find a way out for when shit gets bad and…
I’ve been looking for,
Tears in the screen door (tears in the screen door).
I’ve been waiting for,
Another disaster (another disaster).Well I’m still afraid,
Like a kid in the sixties.
Staring at the sky,
Waiting for the bomb to fall.
And it’s all a lie.
What they say about stability.
It scares me sometimes,
The emptiness I see in my eyes.And all the kids names I’ve ever liked recited tragedy.
Well, I don’t want my children growing up to be anything like me.I’ve been looking for,
Tears in the screen door (tears in the screen door).
I’ve been waiting for,
Another disaster (another disaster).And I was kinda hoping you’d say.
I was kinda hoping you’d stay.I keep a flashlight,
And a small knife,
In the corner of my bed stand.
I keep a flashlight,
And the train times,
But you wouldn’t understand.
How could you understand?Jesus Christ. I’m almost 26.
All the people I’ve graduated with,
All have kids,
All have wives,
All have people who care if they come home at night.Well, Jesus Christ, did I fuck up?
I’ve been looking for,
Tears in the screen door (tears in the screen door).
I’ve been waiting for,
Another disaster (another disaster).And I was kinda hoping you’d say.
I was kinda hoping you’d stay.
I was kinda hoping you’d stay.Passing Through a Screen Door -
Post reblogged from
- A tendency to think and act spontaneously rather than on fears based on past experiences
- An unmistakable ability to enjoy each moment
- A loss of interest in judging other people
- A loss of interest in interpreting the actions of other
- A loss of interest in conflict
- A loss of the ability to worry
- Frequent, overwhelming episodes of appreciation
- Contented feelings of connectedness with others and nature
- An increasing tendency to let things happen rather than make them happen
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There cometh the time of the most despicable man…
He who can no longer despise himself.
In him speaketh the will of the Earth.Friedrich Nietzsche -
The new Wonder Years album is everything I hoped it would be. Awesome.
(Source: Spotify)
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I was born in a swamp
I was born with no clothes on
I was born in a swamp
I was born with no clothes on
I broke off and became something breathing
I was fast; there were packs I was leading
I was born in a swamp
I was born with no clothes onTripped out the devil spoke to me
Through my high fingertips
Which were in the ground
The same beneath you now
Which means I’m alive
Which means I’m not dead
This god of your holy books I do not agree with him
I will not be one more servant
I will not bow to anything
Not a puff of smoke or the flash of a turning mirror
Let’s talk about your real fears
Like that you might actually be all alone
No happy heavenly home
To return to god, dispenser of judgmental pencil shavings
He’s got baggies full for you
But I’ve got a planet packed with proofOh, to understand
You must spend time alone
To comprehend
You must spend time alone
To be together
We must spend time aloneAnd I am the only thing that’s controlling
My functions, my habits, and hands
And I’m alone in the vastness
Hollow vacuum
I take my chances
And I am holding all my horses tight
We’ve become breathlessly dark
And we’re coming up for lightI have cobwebs for maps
I’m walking in circles again
I’m walking in circles again
I’m walking in circles again
I’m walking in circles againI have cobwebs for maps
Trippin the Life Fantastic -
I met a girl today
Her hair smelled like lemonade
Something sweet, yeah something sour
Something that’d turn kings into cowards
But she ain’t different
No, she’s just the same
She likes secrets
She wants my pain
So I asked her out
We had nothing to talk about
And it was no secret one had to whisper
I think I kinda dug her sister
I ask my friends
What the hell happened to me
They say “Hey man, you’re just the same”I’m not singing for you
you think I’m telling when I’m not telling the truth
Dopesick, tongue tied, trembling, blood letting blues
I’m not singing for youI saw my old lady
Down at the the grocery store
I said “who you buying them groceries for?”
She said “it ain’t your business no more”
I don’t care
What’s his name
She says “Baby -
You just got yourself to blame.”
I shut up
I just got sick
I turn around
I feel hell much more than shame
I say out loud
“I just got myself to blame.”
Like I was singing
I’m not singing, I was never singing for youMy tongue my tongue coiled strictly for you
It pierced my lips as it shot from my mouth towards you
Your flesh swelled up and turned purplish blue
Stuck in your neck trembling, blood clotting bruiseI saw you last night at the bar we used to visit
Drinking with some prick, though you would never admit it
Though I agree with you, I should be committed
Though I’d never admit it, yeah I’d rather be committed to:White walls, no hope-nightmare delusions of you
I’m gurgling backwards, shape-shifting fluids for you
A wasp swarm fills up the cathedral in June
I’ll flood your wedding day romantically removed from the truth -
Compassion is the very essence of Buddhadharma, and the main practice of a Mahayana Buddhist. It is the root of the Three Supreme Jewels—Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha. It is the root of Buddha because all Buddhas are born from compassion. It is the root of Dharma because Buddhas give Dharma teachings motiviated solely by compassion for others. It is the root of Sangha because it is by listening to and practising Dharma teachings given out of compassion that we become Sangha, or Superior beings.Geshe Kelsang Gyatso - “Eight Steps to Happiness”
