Working on artwork for the new songs! Getting closer.
We live. We die.
Life is simple. But we insist on making it complicated. And then when we’re faced with the complication, instead of dealing with the mess we created, we complain about how complicated it is. How dreadful and horrible it is. And how much we wish it was simple and clear. We’re wishing to clear up something we, ourselves, made murky. That’s why life is such a contradiction. Sometimes we desire for the best, and sometimes the worst. Life is simple. You choose how to live the time you are given, and then when all is done your life ends. So why do we insist on making it so complicated?
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Favorite band of all timeHere is a brand new acoustic track entitled “Miss May”. Feel free to download it and share it with all of your friends.
You can assume i figured out the road’s to short to walk alone.
And i cant do it by myself, you know i wont.
And i cant do it by myself, you know i wont.
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| — | Go Radio |
Calling someone FAKE won’t make you REAL
Calling someone DUMB won’t make you SMART
Calling someone WEAK won’t make you STRONG
Calling someone UGLY won’t make you BEAUTIFUL
Calling someone GAY won’t make you STRAIGHT
Calling someone RUDE won’t make you POLITE
A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect
Every action in this world will bear a consequence
If you wade around forever you will surely drown
Every action in this world will bear a consequence
If you wade around forever you will surely drown
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| — | Facedown |
I wonder which is preferable, to walk around all your life swollen up with your own secrets until you burst from the pressure of them, or to have them sucked out of you, every paragraph, every sentence, every word of them, so at the end you’re depleted of all that was once as precious to you as hoarded gold, as close to you as your skin - everything that was of the deepest importance to you, everything that made you cringe and wish to conceal, that belonged to you alone - and must spend the rest of your days like an empty sack flapping in the wind, an empty sack branded with a bright fluorescent label so that everyone will know what sort of secrets used to be inside you?
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| — | Margaret Atwood |
Being happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect. It means that you’ve decided to look beyond the imperfections.
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