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And the hardest part was letting go, not taking part
It was the hardest part
And the strangest thing was waiting for that bell to ring
It was the strangest start
I could feel it go down
Bittersweet I could taste in my mouth
Silver lining the clouds
Oh, and i, I wish that I could work it out
And the hardest part was letting go, not taking part
You really broke my heart, oh
And I tried to sing but I couldn’t think of anything
And that was the hardest part
Oh, oh
I could feel it go down
You left the sweetest taste in my mouth
The silver lining the clouds
Oh, and i, I wonder what it’s all about
I wonder what it’s all about
Everything I know is wrong
Everything I do, it just comes undone
And everything is torn apart
Oh, and that’s the hardest part
That’s the hardest part
Yeah, that’s the hardest part | | |
| You know,
it's a very simple ethical point: You're responsible for the
predictable consequences of your actions. You're not responsible for
the predictable consequences of somebody else's actions. The most
important thing for me and for you is to think about the consequences
of your actions. What can you effect? These are the things to keep in
mind. These are not just academic exercises. We're not analyzing the
media on Mars or in the 18th century or something like that. We're
dealing with real human beings who are suffering and dying and being
tortured and starving because of policies that we are involved in. We,
as citizens of democratic societies, are directly involved in and are
responsible for. And what the media are doing is insuring that we do
not act on our responsibilities, and that the interests of power are
served, not the needs of the suffering people, and not even the needs
of American people who would be horrified if they realized the blood
that is dripping from their hands because of the way they are allowing
themselves to be deluded and manipulated by this system. | | |
| His blood bubbled out of his mouth with every breath. He wouldn't be
taking many more. I knew that, but he didn't, and therefore I looked
down into the great pity of a person's life on this earth. I don't mean
that we all end up dead, that's not the great pity. I mean that he
couldn't tell me what he was dreaming, and I couldn't tell him what was
real.
Down the hall came the wife. She was glorious, burning. She didn't know
yet that her husband was dead. We knew. That's what gave her such power
over us. The doctor took her into a room with a desk at the end of the
hall, and from under the closed door a slab of brilliance radiated as
if, by some stupendous process, diamonds were being incinerated in
there. What a pair of lungs! She shrieked as I imagined an eagle would
shreik. It felt wonderful to be alive to hear it. I've gone looking for
that feeling everywhere.
It was raining. Gigantic ferns leaned over us. The forest drifted down
a hill. I could hear a creek rushing down among the rocks. And you, you
ridiculous people, you expect me to help you.
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a very looong time ago - look like u are gon puke..
spadeville, USA
HBC!! scaring the biker with the headlights - dont let jeaniz drive.
jeanizzle and shiggity.. with a BLIGGITY.. a3short muthafuckkkerrr
gazebooo time..
it puts the lotion on its skin.. or else it gets the hose again..
peas pudding hot peas pudding cold
squeeky battles dancin to beverly hills cop theme song - here come the xylophone harmonies..
the asshole building would be a geek
count dukoo..
uhh i think im about to head to changeville.. i only got 500!
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dos motherfuckin equis
prizzy skizzy
dandy...
doin what he does best..
moulder
scully
moulder and scully..
zach.
haley.
scary. (sean). 
tyler/jay/gangster/shiggity/zach
a s l e e p..
dutchesss
emotionaal..
boo-tiful
i miss HK.
my homeee..
