houston we have take'off..
let's just hope the flight plan gets trasmitted.
i'm pretty sure it's been completed for one thing.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
it's all over.
yes all the projects.
and i'm suppose to start revision.
procastination.
i just realise how i wouldn't be a surprise-case patient in a psychiatrist office.
my friends think i'm weird.
i ain't too worried about that, cause i know they're my friends.
should i proceed with the plan?
wait a minute, i ain't so sure i have a plan.
does planning to have a plan qualify as being part of the plan?
yes all the projects.
and i'm suppose to start revision.
procastination.
i just realise how i wouldn't be a surprise-case patient in a psychiatrist office.
my friends think i'm weird.
i ain't too worried about that, cause i know they're my friends.
should i proceed with the plan?
wait a minute, i ain't so sure i have a plan.
does planning to have a plan qualify as being part of the plan?
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Saturday, March 08, 2008
work was created out of rest.
rest is taken that the greater distance may be covered.
two simple sayings i've heard many times, maybe even believed in either at one point. however that all seems inconsequential at this point.
emotions which are intangible are rocking the tangible boat.
the unimportant superceed the supposed significant.
once noble and fanfare-like, now lies in shabbles and rotting death.
can someone bring me to the green plains of scotland that never end? and would you sit there with me to feel the breeze sweep past our faces? to remember that in the silence between us, and the sound of the rustling grass, that all that beauty was created for Him?
rest is taken that the greater distance may be covered.
two simple sayings i've heard many times, maybe even believed in either at one point. however that all seems inconsequential at this point.
emotions which are intangible are rocking the tangible boat.
the unimportant superceed the supposed significant.
once noble and fanfare-like, now lies in shabbles and rotting death.
can someone bring me to the green plains of scotland that never end? and would you sit there with me to feel the breeze sweep past our faces? to remember that in the silence between us, and the sound of the rustling grass, that all that beauty was created for Him?