When you’re 20 you start to feel the void in your life. You then continue to supress that void with everything you have, making excuses along the way just to make yourself feel a lil’ better. It doesn’t stop here, no, not now. The peak of your life. The pinnacle of your Modern-Age. The Nirvana of Earthly desires. Say what you want, they’re all synonymous to each other, as much as being siamese twins, maybe worse. Meaningless? I dare you to defy me!
Such are rantings of lunatics facing teenage-crisis. Ridiculous? No, far from it. It simply occurs unbeknowengstly, but since it is such an abstractive factor, it is hardly noticable. One can only assume a vague approximation, and not further than that. This brings us to something we call the “Life Cycle”, which can also mean “Karma Periods” or “Le Pomme” in French. True to its literal meaning, it simply means there is such a bodily function such that it moves not unlike the sine graph and it pin-points certain stages of a day where the ‘light” is at its peak or vice versa. I would like to explain more, but since I’ve almost reached the average limit of a post, I shall continue at another time. This, however, is not an example of procastination, I beg to differ.
Stage 1: I’m single.
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The Tock goes on. I have divided feelings regarding your recent blog… slightly amusing, but I really do know what you’re talking about…
One declaims endlessly against the passions; one imputes all of man’s suffering to them. One forgets that they are also the source of all his pleasures. by texas hold’em