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I'm staring blankly at the wall, Thinking of times I left, Like shadows on the floor. A face, a name, a life gone by. Still more of us each day, Are sure enough to die. Time is going by so fast.
Lanning (on Police Recording): Ever since the first computers, there have always been ghosts in the machine. Random segments of code that have grouped together to form unexpected protocols.
Everywhere you turn something bad is hapening. Poverty, war, rape, murder, hunger, heartbreak, you name it we've got it. All the negative stuff makes people want the postitive stuff even more.
Does anybody actually like think about the world and everything like how things are just accepted or how we could be a person but not like 'be'.
Tip: If this post confuses you, think of nothing as you read it, because this is what the post is about. Let's start with the basics. Nothing is nothing, right. Wrong.
Individuals, events, places and time which are mentioned in this book might be taken out from real life or, they could be partially or totally the reflection of our imagination… Isn’t life a game,...
Many people feel weak and small, as they are just one in over 7 billion. Many people feel useless because the universe is so much bigger than we are, and we are as if a grain of sand.
What is this life that has come to be. Every day a reflection of what has made me Does everyone live it. Or with the smallest tap do they slip and sigh of the edge of the map.
What is it to be me I wonder sometimes I look up to the dark skies and they seem to lie to me, they tell me of futures past, memories that flicker through a forest of stars.
I believe that our bodies are merely just; shuttles or carriages that we inhabit until the capsule that is our physical bodies can no longer stay alive and therefore, we; in our physical state, die.
I see them all stand calmly, thoughtful, sucking the life out of those cigarettes and spit their souls out with a blow; just like those around them do to them, to us, to everyone-It's their way to...
Your ears perhaps heard some falls Mine could not.
How can we prove that time goes forward. And is it possible to prove the existence of God. Well, for a start, think about this: Whenever anything happens, energy and mass get more disordered.
Unlike the birth of Gods and Goddesses; take the birth of Athena for example (Athena was born from Zeus' mind, and Sin from Satan's) we are all born the same.
What if the world was a cube. What if that cube of life and beautiful things had eight points that held a mountain in each.
Two ants crawl through the antfarm, engrossed in conversation.
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the top of a hill and nail him to it.
I sit by the fire on this road. Charred remains of humanity. Evidence of things gone wrong. I Think. There is nothing left. Only the dying -thoughts Of many innocents. The crying of many babes.
Here’s a boy with robot arms robot legs, a torso, head and robot hands and robot feet with robot fingers, toes complete with robot nails and robot hair robot eyes and even ears made from metal,...
In a thousand years time they'll look at this urinal, excavated from ash rock in a cave devoid of the ancient smell of piss. They can stand and gawk, enjoying cool respite from the tourist season...
There is an Angel and Devil inside us all. Don't fall for the Angel and Don't fight the Devil.
I'll fill each tiny, beating heart With memories of dust and rain Which once complete reach a point Of no return, where they contain An essence, strand of DNA Each more potent with each...
Would you class yourself as ordinary. If not why not. Is there something that defines you as a person. If there is then you have just defined yourself as a person, am I wrong.
Moment is God. If you do not enjoy it, of whom do you enjoy. Eternity is collected in present times. Not the past nor the future. Past and future are illusions.