Week Eighteen of Music Killglare Riley- Nineteen Again
★★★★★
Obviously I could detect something in her voice,
there’s no way that you can hide that.
And I was like,
tell me what it is.
And my mother said,
I don’t want to tell you like this.
And I was like,
Tell me,
you have to tell me—
Tell me.
And she told me that he died in the middle of the night.
Do not dismiss this song as some electronic garbage. It’s honestly one of the most moving pieces I have ever listened to. Basically, this song is all about growing up and what it’s like to lose your innocence, and I’ve heard many interpretations of this song. It’s really beautiful. You have to listen to it.
Source: fiftytwo-weeksproject
how like us are the sea creatures
do whales ever babble on and on
do their songs ever lack clarity or cause
do dolphins go insane?
Old Emails 1
I’d like to apologize for being rude in class today. It’s been a dreary one and along with a few other things on my mind I’ve been made to be a bit distracted and snippy. I’m sorry I made you feel like a television, which is not something anybody should be made to feel like.
Truthfully I can list a million things I find frustrating about academia, that it’s flooded with people interested only in the topics that will earn them more figures on their paychecks, that it’s like a pedigree show and not all the dogs who learn the tricks get to compete in the main event, that, despite its supposed “public”, progressive status it is shrouded in elitism that only seem to limit these things…
There a few instructors whose interest is that their students, all of them, learn the material, all of it. I can see that you are one of these and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that, as someone who knows what it is like to be left behind. I am usually taking notes but I also draw comics on my notes so they are more bearable to read later, like in ten years. I promise I am learning, but I will also try to be more active in class so you don’t feel like a TV.
-donald
PROGRAMMERS
PROGRAMMERS ARE THE NEW AUTHORS. NOVELISTS, POETS, AND ESSAYISTS.\\
IF YOU WANT TO LEARN, I WILL TEACH YOU.
YOU MAKE GOOD MONEY.
And then I found out mother’s making pizza…. aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA PIZZAPIZZAPIZZAPIZZA AAAAAA
Calm down yo. It’s just pizza…. aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA PIZZAPIZZAPIZZAPIZZA AAAAAA
Source: diathadevil
I’m having a difficult time reading the body language of hot naked yogis. That’s the deepest depth of failure and despair, right? She lost her clothes gambling?
She likes it and is loving it!
Signs of stillness, and declining affluence.
