"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!" -Jack Kerouac

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

What were we hoping for?

The Pioneers:

(key)
::blocparty
::me

If it can be broke then it can be fixed, if it can be fused then it can be split
hope with desperation. failure with success. good with bad. dichotomy is our lives. and there are two sides to everything.
It's all under control
it's how life is designed, and there is nothing we can do about it but to realize that it might be this way for a reason.
If it can be lost then it can be won, if it can be touched then it can be turned
everything can be had, yet nothing attained. everything changed, yet it will always be the same.
All you need is time
time will heal all. life is short, and yet we have all the time in the world.

We promised the world we'd tame it, what were we hoping for?
tasks such as these require a loss of expectations.

A sense of purpose and a sense of skill, a sense of function but a disregard
meaning is everything. significance is desire. but how can we?
We will not be the first, we won't
if we think we're alone in this two faced existence we're kidding ourselves. we aren't the first to forge this life.
You said you were going to conquer new frontiers,
Go stick your bloody head in the jaws of the beast
certain death lies in this pathway. evolution won't come without a price.

We promised the world, we'd tame it, what were we hoping for?

Breath in, breath out
it's possible. none of it's possible.

So here we are reinventing the wheel
nothing is new under the sun, son
I'm shaking hands with a hurricane
pleasantries with a disaster. certainly an inappropriate interaction
It's a colour that I can't describe,
It's a language I can't understand
this life is beyond what i know, what i understand. all modes of analysis are lost on this.
Ambition, tearing out the heart of you
Carving lines into you
Dripping down the sides of you
ambition is a bitch. it will beat you into submission and then grant you the world.
We will not be the last.
the world will be ours, and because of that, it will be everyones.

-Bloc Party

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