SATELLITE FLIGHT_THE JOURNEY TO MOTHER MOON
In the stare, So in between
Rather be a bandit than a lover
Rather be a man with the other
to run the mountain down run it down
Rather be a whisper in heaven
than a daughter locked in your prison
so run the mountain down run it down
You are airborne
You’ve got silver rays
will it ever float will it ever soar along
Grip the crown like winner
Pretending like a beginner
So run the mountain down run it down
You are airborne
You got silver rays will it ever float will it ever soar along
All for the feather
Did it all for your feathered hand
Will it ever float will it ever soar along
So Fresh So Clean
The coolest muthafunkas on the planet
the sky is fallin, aint no need to panic
- Joyce Meyer (via purplebuddhaproject)
- (via nicolezai)
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They call it an affair, I say its beneficial…watch the crust of her soul turn into shambles with every indulgence.
The weak ears of her labia and the orgasmic brain works twined with her bullseye tempered by organs of destruction. We believed in living on the edge, but forgot this after every touch and kiss. Mind playing tricks, body drumming for immense attachment and moans of the beloved peoples chants in agony of being held hostage. Turn a blind eye to the daft, however misunderstanding the lines which lie flawless on you with every tap to the core which keeps us mobile. I, we positioned ourselves secretively in one mind-set to reach our destinations without reverting nor revolting, as one emerges the other racing to be parallel yet the journey seems beyond the end. Apathy of pain will deduce the hinges of horns in battle for ground and advantage yet one rows alone in one motion and peak point is reached with every turn!
Douglas arrives early for a train, and buys a cup of coffee, a newspaper and a packet of cookies. He takes a seat at a table, opposite of a businessman. After a while, the guy leans forward grabs the packet of cookies, tears it open and eats one. In his story, Douglas explains how he – as an Englishman – is not at all able to cope with this situation, so he just takes a cookie himself. A minute later, the guy takes another cookie and so does Adams. This procedure repeats until the packet is empty. Finally, the guy leaves – they both exchange “meaningful looks”. When the train arrives, Adams gets up, takes his newspaper and discovers underneath it – his packet of cookies! Douglas ends the story by saying that “The thing I like particularly about this story is the sensation that somewhere in England there has been wandering around for the last quarter-century a perfectly ordinary guy who’s had the same exact story, only he doesn’t have the punch line.”
A very funny story, indeed…
After my giggling had settled, I couldn’t stop pondering about it. Doesn’t this seemingly improbable story happen all the time, only slightly differently? How often do we think somebody is plain wrong or is unfair to us, when in fact it is exactly the other way around? How often do engineers, salespeople and managers talk at cross purposes? Isn’t this a terrible good example of a paradigm shift, a total change in one’s perspective?
Douglas picked up the newspaper, which triggered the paradigm shift. If he hadn’t picked up the newspaper, he would have walked around for the rest of his life believing that the other guy was pretty weird. So what is the lesson to be learned? Whenever we think we are treated badly or others are plain wrong, we should try hard to find the newspaper — and pick it up.