CROM72:
There is an idea of a reality. A prescribed prerequisite of the life you live. This has been spoon fed to you from birth. Choose your own life, thoughts, and reality. Choose originality.
CROM72:
"A curtain of stars, miles of them, are scattered, glowing, across the sky and their multitude humbles me, which I have a hard time tolerating."
CROM72:
"And though the coldness I have always felt leaves me, the numbness doesn't and probably never will. this relationship will probably lead to nothing... this didn't change anything. I imagine her smelling clean, like tea..."
CROM72:
"I laugh maniacally, then take a deep breath and touch my chest-expecting a heart to be thumping quickly, impatiently, but there's nothing there, not even a beat."
CROM72:
"So if you meet me have some courtesy Have some sympathy and some taste use all your well-learned politesse or I'll lay your soul to waste"
CROM72:
"When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that."
CROM72:
"To see a world in a grain of sand and Heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour."
CROM72:
"I must finish the work untie all the knots straighten all the lines sharpen the blade the will to complete keeps me alive."
CROM72:
"Men honor what lies within the sphere of their knowledge, but do not realize how dependent they are on what lies beyond it."
CROM72:
"Indirect tactics, efficiently applied, are as inexhaustible as Heaven and Earth, unending as the flow of rivers and streams; like the sun and moon, they end to begin anew; like the four seasons, they pass away but to return once more."
CROM72:
"Shoot-outs, revolutions, pictures in Life magazine of policemen grabbing Black Panthers like they were Vietcong-somehow it all runs together in the head with the whole thing of how beautiful they are."
CROM72:
"I am not in a state of confusion, I don't get hung up on emotion My coldness will freeze the tears off your face"
CROM72:
"Death is my reference point. No matter how bad the shit can get I'll never slap the smile off Death's face."
CROM72:
"Re-wind the tape and remember the first time. The first time you felt the lump in your throat. You understood where all those mass murderers got off."
CROM72:
"I tried to let the wall down and let you see me. I tried but the other one started talking. All I could do was listen to my voice talk you away from me. You're not the first one, it always happens."
CROM72:
"They've been told an explaining story. They've been given an explanation of how things came to be this way, and this stills their alarm."