OH MY BRAIN IT IS A BLACK HOLE OF CAPSLOCK
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Friday, November 06, 2009
Monday, November 02, 2009

1If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. 11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. 12Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
13And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
P.S. Images are not mine, but they are beautiful, yes? Passage is from 1 Corinthians 13 :)
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
So in the hypothetical situation that I was to make a serious post, I could wring my hands and hold extended dialogues (with myself) about everything that I have seen but all that I really want to say is that death is surreal, when a person ceases to be here and that I never could comprehend people anyway.
If I should cease to be here, I'd like to be... I don't know. Remembered fondly? Grieved for? Maybe. I'd like stirring speeches about me, narcissist that I am. Too bad I wouldn't be around for them, ja? Also, don't forget to plant a mango tree on my grave. Damn straight I'm gonna eat mangos and throw the seeds at anyone who walks by.
I'd like to impose my reality on the world, but I guess it's better off inside my own head.
*smiles like a SPESHUL SNOWFLAKE*

