The act of proclaiming or the condition of being proclaimed? People and the resource the need to live with. People and their adjustment disorders. If life was ever about spurting souls then hell I'm game. If life was ever about puffing shams, Goodlord. Rid your life of wires!

I lost my fucking Dopodrina and there were stacks of things stuffed in it. Luck is definitely not on my side. There isn't broader opportunity other than to hail to that Nokia now eh.

These two months have been great except for how things are overloadedly thrashing in at times. There isn't any hot Japs prolly like Takeshi but there are some pretty decent people who get things flow pleasantly. :) Well hey, get me more of the S-double-bar and I might hang about!

Once, I believed that the longer I live, the more I seem to hate. As I am yet fading, I seized what they’ve heaved over the sense of obscurity. Too much in attendance for that I wish it would be over; this would be over. I understood over the point of defining the sphere and restraining the vision for that I am grateful for the unsighted. The logic behind abhorrence lies among these edges for that I value the reality of heaven and hell. I understand things quite well now. I understand why this is this and why that is that. I am holding myself and things will take their parts in, just before...just before I reach you.

I want somebody who sees the pointlessness and still keeps their purpose in mind. I want somebody who has a tortured soul some of the time. I want somebody who will either put out for me or put me out of misery or maybe just put it all to words and make me go. I want somebody who can hold my interest hold it and never let it go. Someone who can flatten me with a kiss that hits like a fist or a sentence, that stops me like a brick wall; if you hear me talking listen to what I'm not saying; if you hear me playing guitar listen to what I'm not playing and don't ask me to put words to all the silences I wrote Don't ask me to put words to all the spaces between notes. In fact if you have to ask, forget it do and you'll regret it. I want somebody who can make me scream until it's funny, give me a run for my money. I want somebody who can twist me up in knots. I'm tired of being the one. I'm tired of having fun for two, so just lay yourself on the line and I might lay myself down by you but don't sit behind your eyes and wait for me to surprise you.

I came to a transitory conclusion today that the more we talk about choice, it seems, the less freedom we have to make our own choices about important things. I believe we should be free to make whatever moral, political or other criticisms we choose of what is happening in society.

To some of us, freedom of speech is the most important choice of all. But criticism should not be confused with censorship or bans. The fact that you find something offensive is no good reason to turn it into a criminal offence. Yet there is powerful trend today to try to outlaw whatever is deemed outlandish. Reactionary opinions branded as racist or homophobic are not just frowned upon or denounced (and rarely debated), but are likely to be investigated, prosecuted or punished. Unfashionable lifestyle choices, ranging from hunting with hounds to smoking in public or eating burgers, attract not only opprobrium but also loud demands for tighter restrictions or regulation. In a free society, however, people ought to have the right to make the 'wrong' choices for themselves, despite the fact that others might disapprove.

There is a terrible moral inconsistency about the illiberal liberals who shape many of these 'points'. We should be equally free to follow our religious beliefs, pursue our sexual preferences, or to be a racist homophobe. I guess as long as we're talking about thoughts and words rather than actions, nobody can be compelled not to hate.

I am strangely fascinated. The most wasted day is that in which I have not laughed and that is without you around. Happiness is falling asleep next to you and waking up thinking I'm still in my dreams. This isn't right. This isn't even
wrong. I guess it needs a storm to get a rainbow.