There must be something fundamentally wrong with one's life when faced with the idea of its untimely termination one feels that it would unburden them, instead of finding it dreadful or repulsive.
♪I hate what I've become!♪
♪The nightmare's just begun!♪
♪I must confess that I feel like a monster!♪
♪I, I feel like a monster!♪
♪I, I feel like a monster!♪
♪I'm gonna live♪
♪'Til I die♪
♪I'm gonna laugh♪
♪'Stead of cry♪
♪I'm gonna take the town♪
♪And turn it upside down♪
♪I'm gonna live, live, live until I die♪
I am currently working on a particularly nasty work assignment, and I feel like crying and singing "in the misty moonlight"
I don't even know why I'm sharing it
was watching Mudahara's review of Russian and Chinese OS'... It's nice too see that coutries all over the world began working towards implementing Linux on an institutional level, even if just for the military.
♪If I were a Deep One♪
♪Doo-be doo-be doo-be do-be dobe do!♪
♪All day long I'd sleep beneath the Sea♪
♪If I were a Deep One!♪
♪Get to eat the tourists!♪
♪Doo-be doo-be doo-be do-be dobe do!♪
I dislike living in a city but I sure enjoy touring them. No matter how big or small, there is something very fresh and interesting (not necessarily exciting) about driving in a car and looking out of the window and seeing the new to you building and trees and roads. A very unique feeling. Even my own city, I do enjoy driving the tram around at the evening.
But living here is hell. All things in moderation.
The idea of playing Chet Baker's melancholic "almost blue" and Voltaire's outright depressing "feathery wings" (lyric snippets on my pfp btw awesome songs) during difficult workout was pretty rad. Sapping motivation-wise, but hillarious otherwise. Shoulda added some radiohead.
♪You, there on the bridge♪
♪Where've you been, what's your name?♪
♪And you, there on the wall♪
♪Where will you go to, once you fall?♪
♪You, lost at sea♪
♪Do you need me, do you need directions?♪
♪Hey, put down the gun♪
♪What are you thinking?♪
♪You were someone's son♪
♪The taste of tears♪
♪The sting of pain♪
♪The smell of fear♪
♪The sounds of crying, oh♪
♪It's quarter to three♪
♪There's no one in the place♪
♪'Cept you and me♪
♪So set 'em up, Joe♪
♪I got a little story♪
♪Think you wanna know♪
♪We're drinking my friend♪
♪To the end♪
♪Of this brief episode♪
♪So make it one for my baby♪
♪And one more for the road♪
♪Almost blue♪
♪Almost doing things we used to do♪
♪There's a girl here and she's almost you♪
♪Almost all the things that you promised with your eyes♪
♪I see in hers too♪
♪Now your eyes are red from crying♪
♪Almost blue♪
I somehow miss the past. Not even for what had been, or what could have been, or what will be when now or some of the future becomes the past - but for an inexplicable reason.
♪Tangerine, she is all they claim♪
♪With her eyes of night and lips as bright as flame♪
♪Tangerine, when she dances by,♪
♪Senõritas stare and caballeros sigh♪
Sometimes I want to seclude myself in a log cabin in the middle of a tundra hundreds of kilometers away from any signs of civilizations, and as time goes by, some times grow more frequent