sexagesimal: 30 dic 2011

30.12.11

the suburbs

(continued)

if i could have it back
all the time that we wasted
i'd only waste it again
if i could have it back
you know i'd love to waste it again
waste it again, and again, and again
i've got to ask
sometimes i can't believe it
i'm moving past the feeling again
sometimes i can't believe it
i'm moving past the feeling again
sometimes i can't believe it
i'm moving past the feeling again
sometimes i can't believe it.

creo que lo arruinaste:

nada puede arrancarme de este momento
excepto yo mismo

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Factotum

If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs. And maybe your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery, isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance. Of how much you really want to do it. And you'll do it, despite rejections in the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods. And the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.