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					                                   JUST STUFF

IF YOU KNOW THE ENEMY AND KNOW YOURSELF, YOU NEED NOT FEAR THE RESULT OF A HUNDRED
BATTLES. IF YOU KNOW YOURSELF BUT NOT YOUR ENEMY, FOR EVERY VICTORY GAINED YOU WILL
SUFFER A DEFEAT. IF YOU KNOW NEITHER THE ENEMY NOR YOURSELF, YOU WILL SUCCUMB IN EVERY
BATTLE...

       THE ART OF WAR


THE PAST IS A FICTION DESIGNED TO ACCOUNT FOR THE DISCREPANCY BETWEEN ONE'S PHYSICAL
SENSATIONS AND HIS STATE OF MIND.

       LIFE, THE UNIVERSE AND EVERYTHING


IN OUR HIGHLY COMPLEX ORGANIC STATE WE ADVANCED ORGANISMS RESPOND TO OUR ENVIRONMENT
WITH AN INVENTION OF MANY MARVELOUS ANALOGUES. W E INVENT EARTH AND HEAVENS, TREES,
STONES AND OCEANS, GODS, MUSIC, ARTS, LANGUAGE, PHILOSOPHY, ENGINEERING, CIVILIZATION AND
SCIENCE. W E CALL THESE ANALOGUES REALITY. AND THEY ARE REALITY. W E MESMERIZE OUR
CHILDREN IN THE NAME OF TRUTH INTO KNOWING THAT THEY ARE REALITY. W E THROW ANYONE WHO
DOES NOT ACCEPT THESE ANALOGUES INTO AN INSANE ASYLUM. BUT THAT WHICH CAUSES US TO
INVENT THE ANALOGUES IS QUALITY. QUALITY IS THE STIMULUS WHICH OUR ENVIRONMENT PUTS UPON
US TO CREATE THE WORLD IN WHICH WE LIVE. ALL OF IT. EVERY LAST BIT.

       ZEN AND THE ART OF MOTORCYCLE MAINTENANCE


NEVER GIVE UP -
NEVER SLOW DOWN -
NEVER GROW OLD -
NEVER EVER DIE YOUNG.

       JAMES TAYLOR


YOU CAN CLUTCH THE PAST SO TIGHTLY TO YOUR CHEST THAT YOUR ARMS ARE TOO FULL TO EMBRACE
THE PRESENT.

       JAN GLIDEWELL


NOTHING IS SO GOOD IT LASTS ETERNALLY
PERFECT SITUATIONS MUST GO WRONG
BUT THIS HAS NEVER YET PREVENTED ME FROM WANTING
FAR TOO MUCH FOR FAR TOO LONG.

       TIM RICE


HAZY HUSHES OF INSCRIBED ENIGMAS
MELTING INTO THE ELUSIVE WHISPERS OF DUST, MURMURS OF SMUDGED SCRIBBLES -
AN INDISTINCT TAPERING TESTIMONY
TO THE MORTALITY OF THE CHALK-WRITTEN WORD.

       ELIZABETH KELLEY




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TO LAUGH OFTEN AND LOVE MUCH; TO WIN THE RESPECT OF INTELLIGENT PERSONS AND THE AFFECTION
OF CHILDREN; TO EARN THE APPROBATION OF HONEST CRITICS AND TO ENDURE THE BETRAYAL OF FALSE
FRIENDS; TO APPRECIATE BEAUTY; TO FIND THE BEST IN OTHERS; TO GIVE OF ONE'S SELF; TO MAKE THE
WORLD A LITTLE BIT BETTER WHETHER BY A HEALTHY CHILD, A GARDEN PATCH, OR A REDEEMED SOCIAL
CONDITION; TO HAVE PLAYED AND LAUGHED WITH ENTHUSIASM AND SUNG WITH EXULTATION; TO KNOW
THAT EVEN ONE LIFE HAS BREATHED EASIER BECAUSE YOU HAVE LIVED -
THIS IS TO HAVE SUCCEEDED.

       RALPH WALDO EMERSON


IF I WAS TWO-FACED, WOULD I BE USING THIS ONE ?

       ANON


MOST OF MY FRIENDS
W ERE STRANGERS WHEN I MET THEM.
FAMILIARITY BREEDS CONTEMPT.
W ELL, I'M BETTER ALONE
THAN IN COMPANY.
SO GET OUT -
STAY OUT OF MY LIFE.
I'M AT THE POINT.
I'M AT THE POINT WHERE I JUST QUIT.

       THE BROS


ARTISTS DON'T SEE THE WORLD THE WAY IT WANTS TO BE SEEN -
AND THE WORLD RECIPROCATES.

       ARCHIBALD MACLEISH


FOR THE GLORY OF WORSHIPPING YOU
I WANT TO LOVE YOU, OH DEAR EYES.
LOVING YOU,
  I WILL SUFFER
  BUT ALWAYS
  I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU
  W ITHOUT ANY HOPE OF DELIGHT.
  IN VAIN AFFECTION I SIGH
    BUT THE SWEET RAYS OF YOUR EYES -
    W HO COULD EVER STRAY FROM THEM
    AND NOT LOVE THEE?

       PER LA GLORIA D'ADORAVI
       GRISED LA BONONCINI


DO NOT FOLLOW ME, FOR I MAY NOT LEAD -
DO NOT LEAD ME, FOR I MAY NOT FOLLOW -
JUST WALK BESIDE ME AND BE MY FRIEND.



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        ANON


TOMORROW , TOMORROW , AND TOMORROW
CREEPS IN THIS PETTY PACE FROM DAY TO DAY,
TO THE LAST SYLLABLE OF RECORDED TIME;
AND ALL OUR YESTERDAYS HAVE LIGHTED FOOLS
THE WAY TO DUSTY DEATH. OUT, OUT, BRIEF CANDLE!
LIFE'S BUT A WALKING SHADOW , A POOR PLAYER
THAT STRUTS AND FRETS HIS HOUR UPON THE STAGE
AND THEN IS HEARD NO MORE. IT IS A TALE
TOLD BY AN IDIOT, FULL OF SOUND AND FURY
SIGNIFYING NOTHING.

        WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, MACBETH


I AM ONE, MY LIEGE,
W HOM THE VILE BLOWS AND BUFFETS OF THE WORLD
HATH SO INCENSED, THAT I AM RECKLESS WHAT
I DO TO SPITE THE WORLD.

        WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, MACBETH


A WINTER'S DAY IN A DEEP AND DARK DECEMBER:
 I AM ALONE GAZING FROM MY WINDOW TO THE STREETS BELOW ON A
 FRESHLY FALLEN, SILENT SHROUD OF SNOW .
   I AM A ROCK, I AM AN ISLAND.
 I BUILD WALLS - A FORTRESS STEEP AND MIGHTY THAT NONE MAY
 PENETRATE. I HAVE NO NEED FOR FRIENDSHIP, FRIENDSHIP CAUSES
 PAIN - ITS LAUGHTER AND ITS LOVING I DISDAIN.
   I AM A ROCK, I AM AN ISLAND.
 DON'T TALK OF LOVE, WELL I'VE HEARD THOSE WORDS BEFORE. IT'S
 SLEEPING IN MY MEMORY. I WON'T DISTURB THE SLUMBER OF
 FEELINGS THAT HAVE DIED. IF I'D NEVER LOVED, I NEVER WOULD
 HAVE CRIED.
   I AM A ROCK, I AM AN ISLAND.
 I HAVE MY BOOKS AND MY POETRY TO PROTECT ME. I AM SHIELDED IN
 MY ARMOR. HIDING IN MY ROOM, SAFE WITHIN MY WOMB, I TOUCH NO
 ONE AND NO ONE TOUCHES ME.
   I AM A ROCK, I AM AN ISLAND.
 AND A ROCK FEELS NO PAIN, AND AN ISLAND NEVER CRIES.

        PAUL SIMON


... FOR I AM NOTHING, AND I SERVE NO ONE.
I DO NOT LIVE TO DIE - I LIVE TO KILL.

        DAREMO


TO LIVE WITHOUT A CHALLENGE IS TO DIE SLOWLY.



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       ANON


NOUGHT'S HAD, ALL'S SPENT,
W HERE OUR DESIRE IS GOT WITHOUT CONTENT:
'TIS SAFER TO BE THAT WHICH WE DESTROY
THAN BY DESTRUCTION DWELL IN DOUBTFUL JOY.

       WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, MACBETH


TO BE, OR NOT TO BE, THAT IS THE QUESTION:
W HETHER 'TIS NOBLER IN THE MIND TO SUFFER
THE SLINGS AND ARROWS OF OUTRAGEOUS FORTUNE
OR TO TAKE ARMS AGAINST A SEA OF TROUBLES,
AND BY OPPOSING END THEM. TO DIE-TO SLEEP-
NO MORE; AND BY A SLEEP TO SAY WE END
THE HEARTACHE, AND THE THOUSAND NATURAL SHOCKS
THAT FLESH IS HEIR TO. 'TIS A CONSUMMATION
DEVOUTLY TO BE WISHED. TO DIE-TO SLEEP.
TO SLEEP-PERCHANCE TO DREAM: AY, THERE'S THE RUB!
FOR IN THAT SLEEP OF DEATH WHAT DREAMS MAY COME
W HEN WE HAVE SHUFFLED OFF THIS MORTAL COIL,
MUST GIVE US PAUSE. THERE'S THE RESPECT
THAT MAKES CALAMITY OF SO LONG LIFE.
FOR WHO WOULD BEAR THE WHIPS AND SCORNS OF TIME,
THE OPPRESSOR'S WRONG, THE PROUD MAN'S CONTUMELY,
THE PANGS OF DESPISED LOVE, THE LAW 'S OF DELAY,
THE INSOLENCE OF OFFICE, AND THE SPURNS
THAT PATIENT MERIT OF UNWORTHY TAKES,
W HEN HE HIMSELF MIGHT HIS QUIETUS MAKE
W ITH A BARE BODKIN? W HO WOULD THESE FARDELS BEAR,
TO GRUNT AND SWEAT UNDER A WEARY LIFE,
BUT THAT THE DREAD OF SOMETHING AFTER DEATH-
THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY, FROM WHOSE BOURN
NO TRAVELLER RETURNS-PUZZLES THE WILL,
AND MAKES US RATHER BEAR THOSE ILLS WE HAVE
THAN FLY TO OTHERS THAT WE KNOW NOT OF?
THUS CONSCIENCE DOES MAKE COWARDS OF US ALL,
AND THUS THE NATIVE HUE OF RESOLUTION
IS SICKLIED O'ER WITH THE PALE CAST OF THOUGHT,
AND ENTERPRISES OF GREAT PITH AND MOMENT
W ITH THIS REGARD THEIR CURRENTS TURN AWRY
AND LOSE THE NAME OF ACTION.

       WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, HAMLET


ME, I'M A PART OF YOUR CIRCLE OF FRIENDS
 AND WE NOTICE YOU DON'T COME AROUND.
ME, I THINK IT ALL DEPENDS
ON YOU TOUCHING GROUND WITH US
 BUT
  I QUIT - I GIVE UP



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    NOTHING'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANYBODY ELSE
  IT SEEMS.
AND BEING ALONE IS THE BEST WAY TO BE.
W HEN I'M BY MYSELF, IT'S THE BEST WAY TO BE.
W HEN I'M ALL ALONE, IT'S THE BEST WAY TO BE.
W HEN I'M BY MYSELF, NOBODY ELSE CAN SAY GOOD-BYE.
EVERYTHING IS TEMPORARY ANYWAY.
W HEN THE STREETS ARE WET THE COLORS SLIP INTO
 THE SKY BUT I DON'T KNOW WHY THAT MEANS YOU
 AND I ARE THAT MEANS YOU AND I
  I QUIT - I GIVE UP
  NOTHING'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANYBODY ELSE
 IT SEEMS.
AND BEING ALONE IS THE BEST WAY TO BE
W HEN I'M BY MYSELF, IT'S THE BEST WAY TO BE
W HEN I'M ALL ALONE, IT'S THE BEST WAY TO BE
W HEN I'M BY MYSELF, NOBODY ELSE CAN SAY.
ME, I'M A PART OF YOUR CIRCLE OF FRIENDS
 AND WE NOTICE YOU DON'T COME AROUND.

        EDIE BRICKELL, CIRCLE OF FRIENDS


ALL WARFARE IS BASED ON DECEPTION. HENCE, WHEN ABLE TO ATTACK, WE MUST SEEM UNABLE; WHEN
USING OUR FORCES, WE MUST SEEM INACTIVE; W HEN WE ARE NEAR, WE MUST MAKE THE ENEMY
BELIEVE WE ARE FAR AWAY; WHEN FAR AWAY, WE MUST MAKE HIM BELIEVE WE ARE NEAR. HOLD OUT
BAITS TO ENTICE THE ENEMY. FEIGN DISORDER, AND CRUSH HIM. IF HE IS SECURE AT ALL POINTS, BE
PREPARED FOR HIM. IF HE IS IN SUPERIOR STRENGTH, EVADE HIM. IF YOUR OPPONENT IS OF CHOLERIC
TEMPER, SEEK TO IRRITATE HIM. PRETEND TO BE WEAK, THAT HE MAY GROW ARROGANT. IF HE IS
TAKING HIS EASE, GIVE HIM NO REST. IF HIS FORCES ARE UNITED, SEPARATE THEM. ATTACK HIM WHERE
HE IS UNPREPARED, APPEAR WHERE YOU ARE NOT EXPECTED.

        THE ART OF WAR


STOP THINKING, AND END YOUR PROBLEMS.
W HAT DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YES AND NO?
W HAT DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SUCCESS AND FAILURE?
MUST YOU VALUE WHAT OTHERS VALUE,
AVOID WHAT OTHERS AVOID?
HOW RIDICULOUS!

OTHER PEOPLE ARE EXCITED,
AS THOUGH THEY WERE AT A PARADE.
I ALONE DON'T CARE,
I ALONE AM EXPRESSIONLESS,
LIKE AN INFANT BEFORE IT CAN SMILE.

OTHER PEOPLE HAVE WHAT THEY NEED,
I ALONE POSSESS NOTHING.
I ALONE DRIFT ABOUT,
LIKE SOMEONE WITHOUT A HOME.
I AM LIKE AN IDIOT, MY MIND IS SO EMPTY.

OTHER PEOPLE ARE BRIGHT;



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I ALONE AM DARK.
OTHER PEOPLE ARE SHARP;
I ALONE AM DULL.
OTHER PEOPLE HAVE A PURPOSE;
I ALONE DON'T KNOW .
I DRIFT LIKE A WAVE ON THE OCEAN,
I BLOW AS AIMLESS AS THE WIND.

I AM DIFFERENT FROM ORDINARY PEOPLE.
I LIVE FROM THE TAO.

       LAO TZU, TAO TE CHING


IT GIVES ME WONDER GREAT AS MY CONTENT
TO SEE YOU HERE BEFORE ME. O MY SOUL'S JOY!
IF AFTER EVERY TEMPEST COME SUCH CALMS,
MAY THE WINDS BLOW TILL THEY HAVE WAKENED THE DEAD.
AND LET THE LABORING BARK CLIMB HILLS OF SEAS
OLYMPUS-HIGH, AND DUCK AGAIN AS LOW
AS HELL IS FROM HEAVEN. IF IT WERE NOW TO DIE,
'TWERE NOW TO BE MOST HAPPY; FOR I FEAR
MY SOUL HATH HER CONTENT SO ABSOLUTE
THAT NOT ANOTHER COMFORT LIKE TO THIS
SUCCEEDS IN UNKNOWN FATE.

       WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, OTHELLO


... OF ALL SAD WORDS OF TONGUE OR PEN,
THE SADDEST OF THESE: IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN !

       JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER


THERE IS A RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN WHAT WE THINK IS OUT THERE IN THE WORLD AND WHAT WE
EXPERIENCE AS BEING OUT THERE. THERE IS A WAY IN WHICH THE ENERGY OF THOUGHT AND THE
ENERGY OF MATTER MODIFY EACH OTHER AND INTERRELATE. A KIND OF ROUGH MIRRORING TAKES
PLACE BETWEEN OUR MIND AND OUR REALITY.

W E CANNOT STAND OUTSIDE THIS MIRRORING PROCESS AND EXAMINE IT, THOUGH, FOR WE ARE THE
PROCESS, TO AN UNKNOWABLE EXTENT. ANY TECHNIQUE WE MIGHT USE TO 'LOOK OBJECTIVELY' AT OUR
REALITY BECOMES A PART OF THE EVENT IN QUESTION. W E ARE AN INDETERMINATELY LARGE PART OF
THE FUNCTION THAT SHAPES THE REALITY FROM WHICH WE DO THE LOOKING. OUR LOOKING ENTERS AS
ONE OF THE DETERMINANTS IN THE REALITY EVENT THAT WE SEE.

       JOSEPH CHILTON PEARCE , THE CRACK IN THE COSMIC EGG


I FIND THE GREAT THING IN THIS WORLD IS NOT SO MUCH WHERE WE STAND, AS IN WHAT DIRECTION WE
ARE MOVING.

       OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES




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IF WISHES WERE HORSES, ALL MEN WOULD RIDE.

       ANON


IT'S NOT THE CRITIC THAT COUNTS ... THE CREDIT BELONGS TO THE MAN WHO ACTUALLY IS IN THE
ARENA, WHO STRIVES VIOLENTLY, WHO ERRS AND COMES UP SHORT AGAIN AND AGAIN ... WHO, IF HE
WINS, KNOWS THE TRIUMPH OF HIGH ACHIEVEMENT, BUT WHO, IF FAILS, FAILS WHILE DARING GREATLY.

       THEODORE ROOSEVELT


DURING THE TIME OF WHICH I SPEAK
IT WAS HARD TO TURN THE OTHER CHEEK TO THE BLOWS OF INSECURITY
FEEDING THE CANCER OF MY INTELLECT
THE BLOOD OF LOVE SOON NEGLECTED
LAY DYING IN THE STRENGTH OF ITS IMPURITY.
MEANWHILE OUR FRIENDS WE THOUGHT WERE SO TOGETHER
THEY'VE ALL GONE AND LEFT EACH OTHER IN SEARCH OF FAIRER WEATHER
AND WE SIT HERE IN OUR STORM AND DRINK A TOAST
TO THE SLIM CHANCE OF LOVE'S RECOVERY.
THERE I AM IN YOUNGER DAYS, STAR GAZING,
PAINTING PICTURE PERFECT MAPS OF HOW MY LIFE AND LOVE WOULD BE
NOT COUNTING THE UNMARKED PATHS OF MISDIRECTION
MY COMPASS, FAITH IN LOVE'S PERFECTION
I MISSED TEN MILLION MILES OF ROAD I SHOULD HAVE SEEN
MEANWHILE OUR FRIENDS WE THOUGHT WERE SO TOGETHER
LEFT EACH OTHER ONE BY ONE ON THE ROAD TO FAIRER WEATHER
AND WE SIT HERE IN OUR STORM AND DRINK A TOAST
TO THE SLIM CHANCE OF LOVE'S RECOVERY.
RAIN SOAKED AND VOICE CHOKED LIKE SILENT SCREAMING IN A DREAM
I SEARCH FOR OUR ABSOLUTE DISTINCTION
NOT CONTENT TO BOW AND BEND
TO THE WHIMS OF CULTURE THAT SWOOP LIKE VULTURES
EATING US AWAY, EATING US AWAY
EATING US AWAY TO OUR EXTINCTION
OH HOW I WISH I WERE A TRINITY, SO IF I LOST A PART OF ME
I'D STILL HAVE TWO OF THE SAME TO LIVE
BUT NOBODY GETS A LIFETIME REHEARSAL,
AS SPECKS OF DUST WE'RE UNIVERSAL
TO LET THIS LOVE SURVIVE WOULD BE THE GREATEST GIFT WE COULD GIVE
TELL ALL OUR FRIENDS WHO THINK THEY'RE SO TOGETHER
THAT THESE ARE GHOSTS AND MIRAGES, OF THESE THOUGHTS OF FAIRER WEATHER
THOUGH IT'S STORMING OUT I FEEL SAFE WITHIN THE ARM'S
OF LOVE'S DISCOVERY.

       INDIGO GIRLS, LOVE'S RECOVERY


ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW ABOUT HOW TO LIVE AND WHAT TO DO AND HOW TO BE, I LEARNED IN
KINDERGARTEN. W ISDOM WAS NOT AT THE TOP OF THE GRADUATE-SCHOOL MOUNTAIN, BUT THERE IN
THE SANDPILE AT SUNDAY SCHOOL. THESE ARE THE THINGS I LEARNED :
 SHARE EVERYTHING.
 PLAY FAIR.
 DON'T HIT PEOPLE.



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 PUT THINGS BACK WHERE YOU FOUND THEM.
 CLEAN UP YOUR OWN MESS.
 DON'T TAKE THINGS THAT AREN'T YOURS.
 SAY YOUR SORRY WHEN YOU HURT SOMEBODY.
 W ASH YOUR HANDS BEFORE YOU EAT.
 FLUSH.
 W ARM COOKIES AND COLD MILK ARE GOOD FOR YOU.
 LIVE A BALANCED LIFE - LEARN SOME AND THINK SOME AND DRAW AND PAINT AND DANCE AND PLAY
AND WORK SOME EVERY DAY.
 TAKE A NAP EVERY AFTERNOON.
 W HEN YOU GO OUT INTO THE WORLD, WATCH OUT FOR TRAFFIC, HOLD HANDS, AND STICK TOGETHER.
 BE AWARE OF WONDER. REMEMBER THE LITTLE SEED IN THE STYROFOAM CUP. THE ROOTS GO DOWN
AND THE PLANT GOES UP AND NOBODY REALLY KNOWS HOW OR WHY, BUT WE ARE ALL LIKE THAT.
 GOLDFISH AND HAMSTERS AND WHITE MICE AND EVEN THE LITTLE SEED IN THE STYROFOAM CUP - THEY
ALL DIE. SO DO WE.
 AND THEN REMEMBER THE DICK-AND-JANE BOOKS AND THE FIRST WORD YOU LEARNED - THE BIGGEST
WORD OF ALL - LOOK.
EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW IS IN THERE SOMEWHERE. THE GOLDEN RULE AND LOVE AND
SANITATION. ECOLOGY AND POLITICS AND EQUALITY AND SANE LIVING. EVERYTHING.

       ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW I LEARNED IN KINDERGARTEN


W HEN OTHER LIPS AND OTHER HEARTS
 THEIR TALES OF WOE SHALL TELL,
IN LANGUAGE WHOSE EXCESS IMPARTS
 THE POWER THEY FEEL SO WELL,
THERE MAY, PERHAPS, IN SUCH A SCENE,
 SOME RECOLLECTION BE
OF DAYS THAT HAVE AS HAPPY BEEN,
 AND YOU'LL REMEMBER ME.

       ALFRED BUNN


W HY DO WE NEVER GET AN ANSWER
W HEN WE'RE KNOCKING AT THE DOOR?
W ITH A THOUSAND MILLION QUESTIONS
ABOUT HATE AND DEATH AND WAR

'CAUSE WHEN WE STOP AND LOOK AROUND US
THERE IS NOTHING THAT WE NEED
IN A WORLD OF PERSECUTION
THAT IS BURNING IN ITS GREED


W HY DO WE NEVER GET AN ANSWER
W HEN WE'RE KNOCKING AT THE DOOR?
BECAUSE THE TRUTH IS HARD TO SWALLOW
THAT'S WHAT THE WAR OF LOVE IS FOR


IT'S NOT THE WAY THAT YOU SAY IT
W HEN YOU DO THOSE THINGS TO ME
IT'S MORE THE WAY THAT YOU MEAN IT



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W HEN YOU TELL ME WHAT WILL BE

AND WHEN YOU STOP AND THINK ABOUT IT
YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT'S TRUE
THAT ALL THE LOVE YOU'VE BEEN GIVING
HAS ALL BEEN MEANT FOR YOU

I'M LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO CHANGE MY LIFE
I'M LOOKING FOR A MIRACLE IN MY LIFE
AND IF YOU COULD SEE WHAT IT'S DONE TO ME
TO LOSE THE THE LOVE I KNEW
COULD SAFELY LEAD ME THROUGH

BETWEEN THE SILENCE OF THE MOUNTAINS
AND THE CRASHING OF THE SEA
THERE LIES A LAND I ONCE LIVED IN
AND SHE'S WAITING THERE FOR ME.

BUT IN THE GREY OF THE MORNING
MY MIND BECOMES CONFUSED
BETWEEN THE DEAD AND THE SLEEPING
AND THE ROAD THAT I MUST CHOOSE

I'M LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO CHANGE MY LIFE
I'M LOOKING FOR A MIRACLE IN MY LIFE
AND IF YOU COULD SEE WHAT IT'S DONE TO ME
TO LOSE THE THE LOVE I KNEW
COULD SAFELY LEAD ME TO
THE LAND THAT I ONCE KNEW
TO LEARN AS WE GROW OLD
THE SECRETS OF OUR SOULS

IT'S NOT THE WAY THAT YOU SAY IT
W HEN YOU DO THOSE THINGS TO ME
IT'S MORE THE WAY YOU REALLY MEAN IT
W HEN YOU TELL ME WHAT WILL BE


W HY DO WE NEVER GET AN ANSWER
W HEN WE'RE KNOCKING AT THE DOOR?
W ITH A THOUSAND MILLION QUESTIONS
ABOUT HATE AND DEATH AND WAR

'CAUSE WHEN WE STOP AND LOOK AROUND US
THERE IS NOTHING THAT WE NEED
IN A WORLD OF PERSECUTION
THAT IS BURNING IN ITS GREED

W HY DO WE NEVER GET AN ANSWER
W HEN WE'RE KNOCKING AT THE DOOR?

       MOODY BLUES, QUESTION


I NEVER GIVE THEM HELL;



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I JUST TELL THEM THE TRUTH AND THEY THINK IT IS HELL.

        HARRY S. TRUMAN


THE WEAK CAN NEVER FORGIVE;
FORGIVENESS IS THE ATTRIBUTE OF THE STRONG.

        MAHATMA GHANDI


FRACTALS ARE A KIND OF GEOMETRY, ASSOCIATED WITH A MAN NAMED MANDELBROT. UNLIKE NORMAL
EUCLIDEAN GEOMETRY THAT EVERYBODY LEARNS IN SCHOOL - SQUARES AND CUBES AND SPHERES -
FRACTAL GEOMETRY APPEARS TO DESCRIBE REAL OBJECTS IN THE NATURAL WORLD. MOUNTAINS AND
CLOUDS ARE FRACTAL SHAPES. SO FRACTALS ARE PROBABLY RELATED TO REALITY. SOMEHOW .

MANDELBROT FOUND A REMARKABLE THING WITH HIS GEOMETRIC TOOLS. HE FOUND THAT THINGS
LOOKED ALMOST IDENTICAL AT DIFFERENT SCALES. FOR EXAMPLE, A BIG MOUNTAIN, SEEN FROM FAR
AWAY, HAS A CERTAIN RUGGED MOUNTAIN SHAPE. IF YOU GET CLOSER, AND EXAMINE A SMALL PEAK OF
THE BIG MOUNTAIN, IT WILL HAVE THE SAME MOUNTAIN SHAPE. IN FACT, YOU CAN GO ALL THE WAY
DOWN THE SCALE TO A TINY SPECK OF ROCK, SEEN UNDER A MICROSCOPE - IT WILL HAVE THE SAME
BASIC FRACTAL SHAPE AS THE BIG MOUNTAIN. IT'S A WAY OF LOOKING AT THINGS. MANDELBROT FOUND
A SAMENESS FROM THE SMALLEST TO THE LARGEST.

AND THIS SAMENESS OF SCALE ALSO OCCURS FOR EVENTS. CONSIDER , FOR EXAMPLE, COTTON PRICES.
THERE ARE GOOD RECORDS OF COTTON PRICES GOING BACK MORE THAN A HUNDRED YEARS. W HEN
YOU STUDY FLUCTUATIONS IN COTTON PRICES, YOU FIND THE GRAPH OF PRICE FLUCTUATIONS IN THE
COURSE OF A DAY LOOKS BASICALLY LIKE THE GRAPH FOR A WEEK, WHICH LOOKS BASICALLY LIKE THE
GRAPH FOR A YEAR, OR FOR TEN YEARS. AND THAT'S HOW THINGS ARE. A DAY IS LIKE A WHOLE LIFE.
YOU START OUT DOING ONE THING, BUT END UP DOING SOMETHING ELSE, PLAN TO RUN AN ERRAND, BUT
NEVER GET THERE .... AND AT THE END OF YOUR LIFE, YOUR WHOLE EXISTENCE HAS THE SAME
HAPHAZARD QUALITY, TOO. YOUR WHOLE LIFE HAS THE SAME SHAPE AS A SINGLE DAY. IT'S THE ONLY
WAY OF LOOKING AT THINGS. AT LEAST, THE ONLY WAY THAT IS TRUE TO REALITY. THE FRACTAL IDEA
OF SAMENESS CARRIES WITHIN IT AN ASPECT OF RECURSION, A KIND OF DOUBLING BACK ON ITSELF,
WHICH MEANS THAT EVENTS ARE UNPREDICTABLE, THAT THEY CAN CHANGE SUDDENLY AND WITHOUT
WARNING.

BUT WE HAVE SOOTHED OURSELVES INTO IMAGINING SUDDEN CHANGE AS SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS
OUTSIDE THE NORMAL ORDER OF THINGS. AN ACCIDENT, LIKE A CAR CRASH. OR BEYOND OUR CONTROL,
LIKE A FATAL ILLNESS. W E DO NOT CONCEIVE OF SUDDEN, RADICAL, IRRATIONAL CHANGE AS BUILT INTO
THE VERY FABRIC OF EXISTENCE. YET IT IS. AND CHAOS THEORY TEACHES US THAT STRAIGHT
LINEARITY, WHICH WE HAVE COME TO TAKE FOR GRANTED IN EVERYTHING FROM PHYSICS TO FICTION,
SIMPLY DOES NOT EXIST. LINEARITY IS AN ARTIFICIAL WAY OF VIEWING THE WORLD. REAL LIFE ISN'T A
SERIES OF INTERCONNECTED EVENTS OCCURRING ONE AFTER ANOTHER LIKE BEADS STRUNG ON A
NECKLACE. LIFE IS ACTUALLY A SERIES OF ENCOUNTERS IN WHICH ONE EVENT MAY CHANGE THOSE
THAT FOLLOW IN A WHOLLY UNPREDICTABLE, EVEN DEVASTATING WAY. THAT'S A DEEP TRUTH ABOUT
THE STRUCTURE OF OUR UNIVERSE. BUT FOR SOME REASON, WE INSIST ON BEHAVING AS IF IT WERE
NOT TRUE.

        MICHAEL CRICHTON, JURASSIC PARK


YOU TELL ME AND I FORGET.
YOU TEACH ME AND I REMEMBER.
YOU INVOLVE ME AND I LEARN.



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       BEN FRANKLIN


THERE IS BUT ONE FREEDOM, TO PUT ONESELF RIGHT WITH DEATH. AFTER THAT, EVERYTHING IS
POSSIBLE.

       ALBERT CAMUS


SHE SOMETIMES POUTS, WISHING I WOULD OPEN UP TO HER MORE. "YOU ARE A HARD MAN," SHE TELLS
ME, BUT I DO NOT RESPOND BY BECOMING SOFTER. I ONLY BECOME MORE RESOLVED . . . AND THEN
PUSH ON ALONE.

       STEPHEN CALIGHAN, ADRIFT


THE COST OF LIVING IS DYING - EVERYBODY PAYS. NO FEAR.

       ANON


THE TRAGEDY OF THIS WORLD IS THAT NO ONE IS HAPPY, WHETHER STUCK IN A TIME OF PAIN OR OF JOY.
THE TRAGEDY OF THIS WORLD IS THAT EVERYONE IS ALONE. FOR A LIFE IN THE PAST CANNOT BE
SHARED WITH THE PRESENT. EACH PERSON WHO GETS STUCK IN TIME GETS STUCK ALONE.

       ALAN LIGHTMAN, EINSTEIN'S DREAMS


LOOK AT IT BUT YOU CANNOT SEE IT !
ITS NAME IS FORMLESS.
LISTEN TO IT BUT YOU CANNOT HEAR IT !
ITS NAME IS SOUNDLESS.
GRASP IT BUT YOU CANNOT GET IT.
ITS NAME IS INCORPOREAL.
THESE THREE ATTRIBUTES ARE UNFATHOMABLE;
THEREFORE THEY FUSE INTO ONE.
ITS UPPER SIDE IS NOT BRIGHT;
ITS UNDER SIDE IS NOT DIM.
CONTINUALLY THE UNNAMABLE MOVES ON,
UNTIL IT RETURNS BEYOND THE REALM OF THINGS.
W E CALL IT THE FORMLESS FORM, THE IMAGELESS IMAGE.
W E CALL IT THE INDEFINABLE AND UNIMAGINABLE.
CONFRONT IT AND YOU DO NOT SEE ITS FACE !
FOLLOW IT AND YOU DO NOT SEE ITS BACK !
YET, EQUIPPED WITH THE TIMELESS TAO,
YOU CAN HARNESS PRESENT REALITIES.
TO KNOW THE ORIGINS IS INITIATION INTO THE TAO.

       LAO TZU, TAO TE CHING


THERE IS BUT ONE ROAD TO THE PATH; AT ITS VERY END, ALONE, THE "VOICE OF THE SILENCE" CAN BE
HEARD. THE LADDER BY WHICH THE CANDIDATE ASCENDS IS FORMED OF RUNGS OF SUFFERING AND
PAIN; THESE CAN BE SILENCED ONLY BY THE VOICE OF VIRTUE. W OE, THEN, TO THEE, DISCIPLE, IF




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THERE IS ONE SINGLE VICE THOU HAST NOT LEFT BEHIND. FOR THEN, THE LADDER WILL GIVE WAY AND
OVERTHROW THEE; ITS FOOT RESTS DEEP IN THE MIRE OF THY SINS AND FAILINGS, AND ERE THOU
CANST ATTEMPT TO CROSS THIS WIDE ABYSS OF MATTER AND TIME, THOU HAST TO HAVE THY FEET IN
THE W ATERS OF DENIAL.
KILL THY DESIRES AND MAKE THY VICES IMPOTENT, ERE THE FIRST STEP IS TAKEN ON THE SOLEMN
JOURNEY. STRANGLE THY SINS AND MAKE THEM DUMB FOREVER, BEFORE THOU DOST LIFT ONE FOOT TO
MOUNT THE LADDER. ONE SINGLE THOUGHT ABOUT THE PAST THAT THOU HAS LEFT BEHIND WILL DRAG
THEE DOWN AND THOU WILT HAVE TO START THE CLIMB ANEW . KILL IN THYSELF ALL MEMORY OF PAST
EXPERIENCES. LOOK NOT BEHIND OR THOU ARE LOST. THE PUPIL MUST REGAIN THE CHILD-STATE HE
HAS LOST SO THE SOUND CAN FALL UPON HIS EAR.

        THE VOICE OF SILENCE


". . . BROTHER, YOU KNOW THE PATH . . . "

        CHUCK NORRIS, THE OCTAGON


IT WON'T OVERTAKE YOU QUITE AS FAST AS IT FOUND ME. I SIT QUIET, ALONE WITH MY FISTS AND EYES
CLENCHED TIGHT. IT'S NOTHING I COULD EVER EXPLAIN TO ANYONE ELSE BECAUSE I DON'T BELIEVE IT
HAPPENS TO THEM.

THEY TAUGHT ME TO NEVER ASK QUESTIONS. THEY BROUGHT ME UP TO FOLLOW A PATH. I NEVER
IMAGINED IT WOULD BE SWEPT AWAY, BUT AS I SAT CLUTCHING MY LIFE IN MY HANDS, I KNEW THEY
WOULDN'T TELL ME WHERE TO GO NEXT.

BELIEF WAS GONE LONG BEFORE THIS. I WORE A COLD, HARD SHELL - IMPERVIOUS TO THE WORLD. AT
EVERY TURN, I DID WHAT WAS RIGHT. THEY WOULD NEVER QUESTION ME. THERE WAS ONLY ONE
GOLDEN PATH AND IT LAY BENEATH MY FEET.

GOLD MELTS QUICKLY BENEATH THE FIRE OF SELF-DOUBT. THE SINGLE ROAD BROKE APART INTO MANY
PATHS AND THE PEOPLE WHO ONCE WALKED ALONG WITH ME SAID THEIR GOOD-BYES AS THEY STEPPED
OFF THE EDGE.

I GASPED FOR AIR, WONDERING HOW LONG I COULD STAND IN ONE PLACE ON THE LAST PIECE OF THIS
PATH I HAD KNOWN SO WELL. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I WAS FALLING UNTIL I SAW THE OTHERS RISING UP
BEHIND ME.

THERE'S NOTHING THERE - NOTHING AT ALL. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO FIND SOMETHING ONCE THE WORLD
CASTS YOU OUT ON YOUR OWN. SUDDENLY YOU REALIZE THAT NO ONE ELSE KNOWS ANY BETTER THAN
YOU. W HEN YOU'RE AFRAID, THERE'S NO ONE TO CRADLE YOUR HEAD. IF YOU DIE, YOU'RE DEAD - NOT
THEM.

AM I ALONE IN THIS WORLD? I AM. YOU ARE, NO ONE WILL EVER FEEL WHAT YOU FEEL. NO ONE WILL
EVER KNOW . NO ONE WILL UNDERSTAND. IF YOU CRY OUT, THERE IS NO ONE TO ANSWER. IF THERE IS
NO HEALING YOU, THEY CAN TURN THEIR BACKS AND GO ON.

THE MOST FEARFUL MOMENT CAME WHEN I REALIZED THAT WE ARE ALL THE SAME. W E ALL FEEL THIS
WAY - TRAPPED IN MORTALITY, AFRAID OF IMMORTALITY.

W HATEVER YOU DO, WHEREVER YOU GO, WHOEVER YOU ARE WITH, YOU ARE ALONE . . .AND SO ARE
THEY.

        ANON.



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BY FRIENDSHIP YOU MEAN THE GREATEST LOVE, THE GREATEST USEFULNESS, THE MOST
OPEN COMMUNICATION, THE NOBLEST SUFFERINGS, THE SEVEREST COUNSEL, THE
GREATEST UNION OF MINDS OF WHICH BRAVE MEN AND WOMEN ARE CAPABLE.

       JEREMY TAYLOR


OUR DEEPEST FEAR IS NOT THAT WE ARE INADEQUATE.
OUR DEEPEST FEAR IS THAT WE ARE POWERFUL BEYOND MEASURE. IT IS OUR LIGHT, NOT OUR
DARKNESS, THAT MOST FRIGHTENS US.
W E ASK OURSELVES, WHO AM I TO BE BRILLIANT, GORGEOUS, TALENTED, FABULOUS?
ACTUALLY, WHO ARE YOU NOT TO BE?
YOU ARE A CHILD OF GOD. YOUR PLAYING SMALL DOES NOT SERVE THE WORLD.
THERE IS NOTHING ENLIGHTENED ABOUT SHRINKING SO THAT OTHER PEOPLE WON'T FEEL INSECURE
AROUND YOU.
W E WERE BORN TO MAKE MANIFEST THE GLORY OF GOD THAT IS WITHIN US.
IT IS NOT JUST IN SOME OF US; IT IS IN EVERYONE.
AND AS WE LET OUR LIGHT SHINE, WE UNCONSCIOUSLY GIVE OTHER PEOPLE PERMISSION TO DO THE
SAME.
AS WE ARE LIBERATED FROM OUR OWN FEAR, OUR PRESENCE AUTOMATICALLY LIBERATES OTHERS.

       NELSON MANDELA, 1994 INAUGURAL SPEECH


SOME FINAL THOUGHTS ON THE THINKER:
TAKING AN OVERALL VIEW OF THE THINKER, WE CAN SEE THAT THERE HAS BEEN A STRUGGLE BETWEEN
VARIOUS PAIRS OF POLAR OPPOSITES: BETWEEN THINKING AND DOING, BETWEEN FASCINATION WITH THE
WORLD AND A FEAR OF THE WORLD, BETWEEN IDENTIFICATION WITH OTHERS AND A REJECTION OF THEM,
BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE. THIS PROCESS OF ATTRACTION TO AND REPULSION FROM THE ENVIRONMENT
AS A WHOLE BEGAN WITH THEIR AMBIVALENCE TOWARD THEIR PARENTS. BUT UNFORTUNATELY, WHAT
HAS HAPPENED IS THAT THINKERS GRADUALLY BECOME SO OBSESSED WITH DEFENDING THEMSELVES
FROM POTENTIAL THREATS FROM THE ENVIRONMENT - THAT IS, FROM WHATEVER THEY SEE AS EVIL -
THEY ALSO EXCLUDE THE GOOD. EVENTUALLY, THERE IS NOTHING IN THE WORLD WITH WHICH THE
THINKERS CAN IDENTIFY, NOTHING TRUE OR VALUABLE IN WHICH THEY BELIEVE. THE FINAL RESULT IS
NIHILISM: THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO WHICH THEY CAN ATTACH THEMSELVES.
   LIKE EVERY PERSONALITY TYPE WHICH BECOMES GRIPPED IN THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL OF NEUROSIS,
THINKERS BRING ABOUT THE VERY THING THEY MOST FEAR: THAT THE WORLD IS THREATENING,
UNPREDICTABLE AND ULTIMATELY MEANINGLESS. THE IRONY IS THAT THEY HAVE BROUGHT ABOUT
MEANINGLESSNESS THEMSELVES SINCE THEY HAVE REJECTED ATTACHMENT TO EVERYTHING. AND BY
INTENSIFYING THEIR INVOLVEMENT WITH THEIR MENTAL PROCESSES, INSTEAD OF FINDING SECURITY OR
POWER, THINKERS HAVE BROUGHT ABOUT THEIR OWN INSECURITY AND POWERLESSNESS.
   IT IS A TRAGIC END. IF THERE IS SOMETHING PERVERSE AND DARK - EVEN DEMONIC - ABOUT
THINKERS, IT IS THAT TO PROTECT THEMSELVES THEY HAVE RELENTLESSLY REPULSED THE WORLD AND
OTHER HUMAN BEINGS. W HAT THEN IS LEFT? ONLY A FASCINATION WITH - AND A TERRIFYING
ATTRACTION TO - THE DARKNESS.

       DON RICHARD RISO, PERSONALITY TYPES - USING THE ENNEAGRAM


LUCK IS A STATE OF MIND CALLED ATTITUDE. IT CAN NEITHER BE FOISTED ON YOU NOR GIFTED TO YOU.
NOTE THE FOLLOWING QUOTE: "THE LONGER I LIVE, THE MORE I REALIZE THE IMPACT OF ATTITUDE ON
LIFE. ATTITUDE, TO ME, IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN FACTS. IT IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE PAST, THAN
EDUCATION, THAN MONEY, THAN CIRCUMSTANCES, THAN FAILURES, THAN SUCCESSES, THAN WHAT




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OTHER PEOPLE THINK OR SAY OR DO. IT IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN APPEARANCE, GIFTEDNESS OR SKILL.
IT WILL MAKE OR BREAK A COMPANY . . . A SCHOOL . . . A HOME. THE REMARKABLE THING IS WE HAVE A
CHOICE EVERY DAY REGARDING THE ATTITUDE WE WILL EMBRACE FOR THAT DAY. W E CANNOT CHANGE
OUR PAST . . . WE CANNOT CHANGE THE FACT THAT PEOPLE WILL ACT IN A CERTAIN WAY. W E CANNOT
CHANGE THE INEVITABLE. THE ONLY THING WE CAN DO IS PLAY ON THE ONE THING WE HAVE, AND THAT
IS OUR ATTITUDE . . . I AM CONVINCED THAT LIFE IS 10% WHAT HAPPENS TO ME AND 90% HOW I REACT
TO IT."

        CHUCK SWINDOL


DON'T MOVE
DON'T TALK OUT OF TIME
DON'T THINK
DON'T WORRY EVERYTHING'S JUST FINE
JUST FINE

DON'T GRAB
DON'T CLUTCH
DON'T HOPE FOR TOO MUCH
DON'T BREATHE
DON'T ACHIEVE
DON'T GRIEVE WITHOUT LEAVE

DON'T CHECK JUST BALANCE ON THE FENCE
DON'T ANSWER
DON'T ASK
DON'T TRY AND MAKE SENSE

DON'T WHISPER
DON'T TALK
DON'T RUN IF YOU CAN WALK
DON'T CHEAT COMPETE
DON'T MISS THE PRE-HEAT

DON'T TRAVEL BY TRAIN
DON'T EAT
DON'T SPILL
DON'T PISS IN THE DRAIN
DON'T MAKE A WILL

DON'T FILL OUT ANY FORMS
DON'T COMPENSATE
DON'T COWER
DON'T CRAWL
DON'T COME AROUND LATE
DON'T HOVER AT THE GATE

DON'T TAKE IT ON BOARD
DON'T FALL ON YOUR SWORD
JUST PLAY ANOTHER CHORD
IF YOU FEEL YOU'RE GETTING BORED

DON'T CHANGE YOUR BRAND
DON'T LISTEN TO THE BAND



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DON'T GAPE
DON'T APE
DON'T CHANGE YOUR SHAPE
HAVE ANOTHER GRAPE

DON'T PLEAD
DON'T BRIDLE
DON'T SHACKLE
DON'T GRIND
DON'T CURVE
DON'T SWERVE
DON'T LIE, DIE, SERVE

DON'T THEORIZE, REALIZE, POLARIZE
CHANCE, DANCE, DISMISS, APOLOGIZE

DON'T SPY
DON'T LIE
DON'T TRY
IMPLY
DETAIN
EXPLAIN
START AGAIN

DON'T TRIUMPH
DON'T COAX
DON'T CLING
DON'T HOAX
DON'T FREAK
PEAK
DON'T LEAK
DON'T SPEAK

DON'T PROJECT
DON'T CONNECT
PROTECT
DON'T EXPECT
SUGGEST

DON'T STRUGGLE
DON'T JERK
DON'T COLLAR
DON'T WORK
DON'T WISH
DON'T FISH
DON'T TEACH
DON'T REACH

DON'T BORROW
DON'T BREAK
DON'T FENCE
DON'T STEAL
DON'T PASS
DON'T PRESS
DON'T TRY



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DON'T FEEL

DON'T TOUCH
DON'T DIVE
DON'T SUFFER
DON'T RHYME
DON'T FANTASIZE
DON'T RISE
DON'T LIE

       U2, NUMB


SOMETHING HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO HEAVEN. I NEVER REALLY EXPECTED TO HAVE TO CONFRONT
LIFE THE SAME WAY OTHERS DO. THE WORLD WAS FOR THE GROWN UPS WHO HAD FORGOTTEN HOW TO
DREAM AND TO LAUGH IN THE SUNLIGHT. THEY COULD PLAY WITH THEIR TECHNOLOGY, THEIR COLD HARD
EARTHY EXISTENCE. THEY COULD FIGHT AGAINST NATURE AND GAZE AT THE STARS AND WONDER.

BUT THEIR WORLD IS DEAD. THEIR REALITY WILL NEVER COMPARE WITH THE DREAMS THAT A FEW
CHILDREN CAN INVENT WHILE SITTING IN A CIRCLE ON THE PLAYGROUND. W HEN THE CHILDREN GROW UP
THEY REALIZE THAT THEY MUST FIT INTO THE ROLES ALREADY CREATED. THE MAGIC OF IMAGINATION
MELTS AWAY TO THE REALITIES OF MONEY AND SOCIETY. I NEVER WANTED THAT. I WANTED THE WORLD
OF THE BOOKS, THE FANTASY OF LIFE UNBOUNDED BY REALITY. I WANTED TO LIVE IN MY OWN
IMAGINATION.

W HEN I STARTED TO GROW UP, I ASKED MYSELF WHY GOD HAD PUT ME HERE RATHER THAN IN A WORLD
OF IMAGINATION. W HY CAN'T THE WORLD BE FULL OF THE MAGIC WE USED TO DREAM ABOUT? W HY
DOES GROWING UP HAVE TO SEPARATE THE DREAMS OF THE CHILD FROM THE REALITY OF THE ADULT?

I WANTED TO BE THE WISE MAN. THE SAGE MAGICIAN WHO COULD BEND NATURE WITH HIS WILL. I WOULD
LOOK AT THE CLOUDS AND COMMAND THEM TO RAIN. AND LEARNING WOULD NEVER END. MY LIFE WOULD
BE MORE THAN JUST UNDERSTANDING THE WORLD. I WOULD LEARN HOW TO CONTROL IT WITH MY
THOUGHTS -- HOW TO DIRECT MY ENERGY INTO THE WORLD.

THERE WOULD BE A GOD. MAYBE MANY OF THEM. THERE WOULD BE NO PHILOSOPHERS DENYING HIS
EXISTENCE. HE WOULD BE THERE IN OUR LIVES. W E WOULD PRAY AND THE WORLD WOULD CHANGE. HIS
BELOVED WOULD HAVE POWERS WE COULD NOT COMPREHEND. HE WOULD SET THE STANDARD FOR OUR
KNOWLEDGE -- WE WOULD STRIVE TO BE LIKE GOD AND HAVE POWER AND KNOWLEDGE LIKE GOD.

SO I RESOLVED TO CREATE MY WORLD HERE ON OUR LIFELESS EARTH. I WOULD TRY WITH ALL MY MIGHT
TO UNDERSTAND AND TO HONE MY MIND TO CONTROL MY SURROUNDINGS. BUT I GOT LOST. THE MAGIC
WORDS DISSIPATED, AND THE OTHER PEOPLE DID NOT UNDERSTAND. ALL AROUND ME, PEOPLE CAST
AWAY THEIR IMAGINATIONS AND THEIR DREAMS. PEOPLE CONFORMED TO THE WORLD AROUND THEM.

AND I BECAME ONE OF THEM. I RESOLVED TO TREAD THE PATH OF EARTHLY SUCCESS AND GOOD
FORTUNE. I STUDIED THE BOOKS THEY PUT BEFORE ME, AND I LEARNED THE HISTORY THEY TAUGHT ME.

AND A TRAGEDY OCCURRED. I LOST MY SOUL. I FORGOT ABOUT THE IMAGINATION AND THE DREAMS. I
FORGOT THAT I WANTED TO BE THE WISE MAN. I LOST THE DREAM TO LIVE IN A WORLD WITH UNBOUNDED
KNOWLEDGE AND POWER. I FORGOT THAT FANTASY MIGHT COME TRUE.

BUT THE WORLD COULDN'T CRUSH THE SPIRIT. SOMEWHERE DEEP WITHIN MY DESIRE TO BREAK OUT OF
THE REAL WORLD CONTINUED TO LIVE. AND AS I GREW OLDER MY INTERESTS CONTINUED TO CENTER
AROUND IMAGINATION. I DEVELOPED A DEEP INTEREST IN MUSIC, AND I LOVED TO GO TO THE ROCKY




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HORROR PICTURE SHOW . I WENT TO W OODSTOCK, AND I PADDLED TO HUDSON BAY. I EXPLORED THIS
DEAD WORLD.

THEN ONE DAY I WOKE UP AND I REMEMBERED THE CHILD, AND I CRIED. NOT THE TEARS OF A PERSON
WHO STUBBED HIS TOE, BUT THE TEARS OF AN OLD MAN WHO LOOKS BACK ON HIS LIFE AND REALIZES
THE FUTILITY. AND I WAS ONLY 20. IT'S NOT SO SIMPLE AS IT USED TO BE. THE IMAGINATION IS GONE.

THIS IS THE END. PERHAPS NOT OF LIFE, BUT OF MEANING. MY ONLY HOPE IS THAT THE NEXT LIFE WILL
BRING ME INTO A WORLD OF MORE IMAGINATION. FOR ME, THIS ONE IS ALREADY DEAD.

        ANON


SUBJ:   RE: SCARY HOROSCOPE
DATE:   96-05-03 12:15:08 EDT
FROM:   TECKSP@ACCESS-HEALTH.COM (PALMITER, KIM)
TO:     TCBO1@AOL.COM (TCBO1)


I THINK HE HAS YOU PEGGED. LETS SEE, ATTENTION DEFICIT DISORDER, LOVE TO DABBLE AND SAMPLE
BUT NOT COMMIT. I THINK THAT WOULD BE VERY DESCRIPTIVE OF YOU. BUT, I ALSO THINK THAT YOU
ARE PLAYFUL, LOVABLE, AND HAVE A PASSION FOR LEARNING. I THINK INNOCENCE IS GOING A BIT TOO
FAR THOUGH.

I'LL GO AHEAD AND GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO EXPRESS YOUR BRATTY SELF. ACTUALLY, IT IS ONE OF MY
FAVORITE QUALITIES IN YOU.

HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND CAMPING AND KAYAKING!

MISS YOU -

KIMBA
----------
FROM: TCBO1
TO: CSMLAO; TECSMF; TECKSP; TINA_PINEIRO; MPRATT; SKR96
SUBJECT: SCARY HOROSCOPE
DATE: FRIDAY, MAY 03, 1996 02:31AM

HEY -

THIS ASTROLOGER HAS ABSOLUTELY NO CLUE HOW THIS SILLY THIS SOUNDS. W HATEVER. . .

GEMINI (MAY 21 - JUNE 20)

MANY OF YOU GEMINIS HAVE A TERMINAL CASE OF ATTENTION DEFICIT DISORDER. YOU'RE HOGS FOR
VARIETY. YOU LOVE TO DABBLE AND SAMPLE BUT NOT TO COMMIT, AND ARE, AS A RESULT, SUSCEPTIBLE
TO BEING DILETTANTES. THERE‘S AN ATTRACTIVE FLIP-SIDE TO THESE FLAWS THOUGH - PLAYFUL
CURIOSITY, DAZZLING FLEXIBILITY, LOVABLE INNOCENCE, PASSION FOR LEARNING.

AND I‘M ALWAYS AFRAID YOU‘LL DAMAGE THOSE WINSOME TRAITS IF YOU THROW YOURSELF TOO
FIERCELY INTO BUILDING UP YOUR DEPTH AND RESPONSIBILITY. THIS IS AN ESPECIALLY PRESSING
DILEMMA NOW , SINCE CERTAIN FOSSILS FROM YOUR FUSTY MUSTY PAST ARE OVERDUE FOR DISPOSAL.
I‘M INCLINED TO SAY THAT FOR THE MOMENT, JUST FORGET ABOUT CULTIVATING MORE ‗STICK-TO-IT-
IVENESS‘. YOU NEED TO BE ABLE TO EXPRESS YOUR BRATTY, SPRIGHTLY, QUICK-CHANGE QUALITIES
WITHOUT INHIBITION.




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      SACRAMENTO NEWS & REVIEW , MAY 2, 1996

I HOPE EVERYONE HAS A GREAT WEEKEND. CAMPING IS MY FRIEND . . .

ME.

         AN OLD E-MAIL FROM A WONDERFUL FRIEND


I CANNOT CONCEIVE OF A GOD WHO REWARDS AND PUNISHES HIS CREATURES OR HAS A WILL OF THE
KIND THAT WE EXPERIENCE IN OURSELVES. NEITHER CAN I - NOW WOULD WANT TO - CONCEIVE OF AN
INDIVIDUAL THAT SURVIVES HIS PHYSICAL DEATH. LET FEEBLE SOULS, FROM FEAR OR ABSURD EGOTISM,
CHERISH SUCH THOUGHTS. I AM SATISFIED IN THE MYSTERY OF THE ETERNITY OF LIFE AND A GLIMPSE OF
THE MARVELOUS STRUCTURE OF THE EXISTING WORLD, TOGETHER WITH THE DEVOTED STRIVING TO
COMPREHEND A PORTION, BE IT EVER SO TINY, OF THE REASON THAT MANIFESTS ITSELF IN NATURE.

         ALBERT EINSTEIN


THIS WAS AN ESSAY USED BY A "COLLEGE HOPEFUL" FOR ADMISSION TO NYU, BUT IS NOW AN
ATTACHMENT TO MY RESUME (MY):

I AM A DYNAMIC FIGURE, OFTEN SEEN SCALING WALLS AND CRUSHING ICE. I HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO
REMODEL TRAIN STATIONS ON MY LUNCH BREAKS, MAKING THEM MORE EFFICIENT IN THE AREA OF HEAT
RETENTION. I TRANSLATE ETHNIC SLURS FOR CUBAN REFUGEES, I WRITE AWARD-WINNING OPERAS, I
MANAGE TIME EFFICIENTLY.

OCCASIONALLY, I TREAD WATER FOR THREE DAYS IN A ROW . I WOO WOMEN WITH MY SENSUOUS AND
GODLIKE TROMBONE PLAYING, I CAN PILOT BICYCLES UP SEVERE INCLINES WITH UNFLAGGING SPEED AND
I COOK THIRTY-MINUTE BROWNIES IN TWENTY MINUTES. I AM AN EXPERT IN STUCCO, A VETERAN IN
LOVE AND AN OUTLAW IN PERU.

USING ONLY A HOE AND A LARGE GLASS OF WATER, I ONCE SINGLE-HANDEDLY DEFENDED A SMALL
VILLAGE IN THE AMAZON BASIN FROM A HORDE OF FEROCIOUS ARMY ANTS. I PLAY BLUEGRASS CELLO, I
WAS SCOUTED BY THE METS, I AM THE SUBJECT OF NUMEROUS DOCUMENTARIES. W HEN I'M BORED, I
BUILD LARGE SUSPENSION BRIDGES IN MY YARD. I ENJOY URBAN HANG GLIDING. ON W EDNESDAYS,
AFTER SCHOOL, I REPAIR ELECTRICAL APPLIANCES FREE OF CHARGE. I AM AN ABSTRACT ARTIST, A
CONCRETE ANALYST AND A RUTHLESS BOOKIE. CRITICS WORLDWIDE SWOON OVER MY ORIGINAL LINE OF
CORDUROY EVENING WEAR. I DON'T PERSPIRE. I AM A PRIVATE CITIZEN, YET I RECEIVE FAN MAIL. I HAVE
BEEN CALLER NUMBER NINE AND HAVE WON THE WEEKEND PASSES. LAST SUMMER I TOURED NEW
JERSEY WITH A TRAVELING CENTRIFUGAL-FORCE DEMONSTRATION. I BAT 400. MY DEFT FLORAL
ARRANGEMENTS HAVE EARNED ME FAME IN INTERNATIONAL BOTANY CIRCLES.

CHILDREN TRUST ME.

I CAN HURL TENNIS RACKETS AT SMALL MOVING OBJECTS WITH DEADLY ACCURACY. I ONCE READ
PARADISE LOST, MOBY DICK AND DAVID COPPERFIELD IN ONE DAY AND STILL HAD TIME TO REFURBISH
AN ENTIRE DINING ROOM THAT EVENING. I KNOW THE EXACT LOCATION OF EVERY FOOD ITEM IN THE
SUPERMARKET. I HAVE PERFORMED SEVERAL COVERT OPERATIONS FOR THE CIA. I SLEEP ONCE A
WEEK; WHEN I DO SLEEP, I SLEEP IN A CHAIR. W HILE ON VACATION IN CANADA, I SUCCESSFULLY
NEGOTIATED WITH A GROUP OF TERRORISTS WHO HAD SEIZED A SMALL BAKERY. THE LAWS OF PHYSICS
DO NOT APPLY TO ME.




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I BALANCE, I WEAVE, I DODGE, I FROLIC AND MY BILLS ARE ALL PAID. ON WEEKENDS, TO LET OFF STEAM,
I PARTICIPATE IN FULL-CONTACT ORIGAMI. YEARS AGO I DISCOVERED THE MEANING OF LIFE BUT FORGOT
TO WRITE IT DOWN. I HAVE MADE EXTRAORDINARY FOUR COURSE MEALS USING ONLY A MOULI AND A
TOASTER OVEN.

I BREED PRIZE-WINNING CLAMS. I HAVE WON BULLFIGHTS IN SAN JUAN, CLIFF-DIVING COMPETITIONS IN
SRI LANKA AND SPELLING BEES AT THE KREMLIN. I HAVE PLAYED HAMLET, I HAVE PERFORMED OPEN-
HEART SURGERY AND I HAVE SPOKEN WITH ELVIS.

BUT I HAVE NOT YET EXPERIENCED THE THRILL OF WORKING AT YOUR COMPANY.

       ANON.


SANDPIPERS AT THE MARGIN
       IN THE MOON -
BRIGHT FAN OF FLAT CREEK
ON DARK SEA SAND,
      ROCK BOOM BEYOND:
THE WORK OF CENTURIES AND WARS,
       A CAR
IS PARKED A MILE ABOVE
         WHERE THE DIRT ROAD ENDS.
IN NAKED GRITTY SAND,
EYE-STINGING SALTY DRIFTWOOD CAMPFIRE
         SMOKE, OUT FAR,
IT ALL BEGINS AGAIN.
SANDPIPERS CHASING THE SHINY SURF
         IN THE MOONLIGHT -
BY A FIRE AT THE BEACH.

       GARY SNIDER, POINT REYES


ONCE UPON A MIDNIGHT DREARY, FINGERS CRAMPED AND VISION BLEARY,
SYSTEM MANUALS PILED HIGH AND WASTED PAPER ON THE FLOOR,
LONGING FOR THE WARMTH OF BED SHEETS, STILL I SAT THERE DOING SPREADSHEETS.
HAVING REACHED THE BOTTOM LINE I TOOK A FLOPPY FROM THE DRAWER,
I THEN INVOKED THE SAVE COMMAND AND WAITED FOR THE DISK TO STORE,
ONLY THIS AND NOTHING MORE.

DEEP INTO THE MONITOR PEERING, LONG I SAT THERE WOND'RING, FEARING,
DOUBTING, WHILE THE DISK KEPT CHURNING, TURNING YET TO CHURN SOME MORE.
BUT THE SILENCE WAS UNBROKEN, AND THE STILLNESS GAVE NO TOKEN.
"SAVE!" I SAID, "YOU CURSED MOTHER! SAVE MY DATA FROM BEFORE!"
ONE THING DID THE PHOSPHORS ANSWER, ONLY THIS AND NOTHING MORE,
JUST, "ABORT, RETRY, IGNORE?"

W AS THIS SOME OCCULT ILLUSION, SOME MANIACAL INTRUSION?
THESE WERE CHOICES UNDESIRED, ONES I'D NEVER FACED BEFORE.
CAREFULLY I WEIGHED THE CHOICES AS THE DISK MADE IMPISH NOISES.
THE CURSOR FLASHED, INSISTENT, WAITING, BAITING ME TO TYPE SOME MORE.
CLEARLY I MUST PRESS A KEY, CHOOSING ONE AND NOTHING MORE,
FROM "ABORT, RETRY, IGNORE?"




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W ITH FINGERS PALE AND TREMBLING, SLOWLY TOWARD THE KEYBOARD BENDING,
LONGING FOR A HAPPY ENDING, HOPING ALL WOULD BE RESTORED,
PRAYING FOR SOME GUARANTEE, TIMIDLY, I PRESSED A KEY.
BUT ON THE SCREEN THERE STILL PERSISTED WORDS APPEARING AS BEFORE.
GHASTLY GRIM THEY BLINKED AND TAUNTED, HAUNTED, AS MY PATIENCE WORE,
SAYING "ABORT, RETRY, IGNORE?"

I TRIED TO CATCH THE CHIPS OFF GUARD, AND PRESSED AGAIN, BUT TWICE AS HARD.
I PLEADED WITH THE CURSED MACHINE: I BEGGED AND CRIED AND THEN I SWORE.
NOW IN MIGHTY DESPERATION, TRYING RANDOM COMBINATIONS,
STILL THERE CAME THE INCANTATION, JUST AS SENSELESS AS BEFORE.
CURSOR BLINKING, ANGRILY WINKING, BLINKING NONSENSE AS BEFORE.
READING, "ABORT, RETRY, IGNORE?"

THERE I SAT, DISTRAUGHT, EXHAUSTED, BY MY OWN MACHINE ACCOSTED.
GETTING UP I TURNED AWAY AND PACED ACROSS THE OFFICE FLOOR.
AND THEN I SAW A DREADFUL SIGHT: A LIGHTNING BOLT CUT THROUGH THE NIGHT.
A GASP OF HORROR OVERTOOK ME, SHOOK ME TO MY VERY CORE.
THE LIGHTNING ZAPPED MY PREVIOUS DATA, LOST AND GONE FOREVERMORE.
NOT EVEN, "ABORT, RETRY, IGNORE?"

TO THIS DAY I DO NOT KNOW THE PLACE TO WHICH LOST DATA GO.
W HAT DEMONIC NETHER WORLD IS WROUGHT WHERE LOST DATA WILL RESTORED,
BEYOND THE REACH OF MORTAL SOULS, BEYOND THE ETHER, INTO BLACK HOLES?
BUT SURE AS THERE'S C, PASCAL, LOTUS, ASHTON-TATE AND MORE,
YOU WILL ONE DAY BE LEFT TO WANDER, LOST ON SOME PLUTONIAN SHORE,
PLEADING, "ABORT, RETRY, IGNORE?

       CYBERPOE, ABORT, RETRY, IGNORE?




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LIFE ISN'T ABOUT KEEPING SCORE.
IT'S NOT ABOUT HOW MANY FRIENDS YOU HAVE.
OR HOW ACCEPTED YOU ARE.
NOT ABOUT IF YOU HAVE PLANS THIS WEEKEND OR IF YOU'RE ALONE.
IT ISN'T ABOUT WHO YOU'RE DATING, WHO YOU USED TO DATE, HOW MANY PEOPLE YOU'VE
DATED, OR IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN WITH ANYONE AT ALL.
IT ISN'T ABOUT WHO YOU HAVE KISSED,
IT'S NOT ABOUT SEX.
IT ISN'T ABOUT WHO YOUR FAMILY IS OR HOW MUCH MONEY THEY HAVE.
OR WHAT KIND OF CAR YOU DRIVE.
OR WHERE YOU ARE SENT TO SCHOOL.
IT'S NOT ABOUT HOW BEAUTIFUL OR UGLY YOU ARE.
OR WHAT CLOTHES YOU WEAR, WHAT SHOES YOU HAVE ON, OR WHAT KIND OF MUSIC YOU LISTEN TO.
IT'S NOT ABOUT IF YOUR HAIR IS BLONDE, RED, BLACK, OR BROWN.
OR IF YOUR SKIN IS TOO LIGHT OR TOO DARK.
IT'S NOT ABOUT WHAT GRADES YOU GET, HOW SMART YOU ARE, HOW SMART EVERYBODY ELSE
THINKS YOU ARE, OR    HOW SMART IQ TESTS SAY YOU ARE.
IT'S NOT ABOUT WHAT CLUBS YOU'RE IN OR HOW GOOD YOU ARE AT "YOUR" SPORT.
IT'S NOT ABOUT REPRESENTING YOUR WHOLE BEING ON A PIECE OF PAPER AND SEEING WHO WILL
"ACCEPT THE WRITTEN YOU."

LIFE JUST ISN'T.

BUT, LIFE IS ABOUT WHO YOU LOVE AND WHO YOU HURT.
IT'S ABOUT WHO YOU MAKE HAPPY OR UNHAPPY PURPOSEFULLY.
IT'S ABOUT KEEPING OR BETRAYING TRUST.
IT'S ABOUT FRIENDSHIP, USED AS A SANCTITY OR A WEAPON.
IT'S ABOUT WHAT YOU SAY AND MEAN, MAYBE HURTFUL, MAYBE HEARTENING.
ABOUT STARTING RUMORS AND CONTRIBUTING TO PETTY GOSSIP.
IT'S ABOUT WHAT JUDGMENTS YOU PASS AND WHY. AND WHO YOUR JUDGMENTS ARE SPREAD TO.
IT'S ABOUT WHO YOU'VE IGNORED WITH FULL CONTROL AND INTENTION.
IT'S ABOUT JEALOUSY, FEAR, IGNORANCE, AND REVENGE.
IT'S ABOUT CARRYING INNER HATE AND LOVE, LETTING IT GROW , AND SPREADING IT.
BUT MOST OF ALL, IT'S ABOUT USING YOUR LIFE TO TOUCH OR POISON OTHER PEOPLE'S
HEARTS IN SUCH A WAY THAT COULD HAVE NEVER OCCURRED ALONE.
ONLY YOU CHOOSE THE WAY THOSE HEARTS ARE AFFECTED, AND THOSE CHOICES ARE WHAT LIFE'S ALL
ABOUT.

       LIFE, ANON.


IMAGINE THERE IS A BANK WHICH CREDITS YOUR ACCOUNT EACH MORNING WITH $86,400, CARRIES
OVER NO BALANCE FROM DAY TO DAY, ALLOWS YOU TO KEEP NO CASH BALANCE AND EVERY EVENING
CANCELS WHATEVER PART OF THE AMOUNT YOU HAD FAILED TO USE DURING THE DAY.

W HAT WOULD YOU DO?

DRAW OUT EVERY CENT, OF COURSE!

W ELL, EVERYONE HAS SUCH A BANK. ITS NAME IS TIME. EVERY MORNING, IT CREDITS YOU WITH 86,400
SECONDS. EVERY NIGHT IT WRITES OFF, AS LOST, WHATEVER OF THIS YOU HAVE FAILED TO INVEST TO
GOOD PURPOSE. IT CARRIES OVER NO BALANCE. IT ALLOWS NO OVERDRAFT.

EACH DAY IT OPENS A NEW ACCOUNT FOR YOU. EACH NIGHT IT BURNS THE RECORDS OF THE DAY. IF YOU
FAIL TO USE THE DAY'S DEPOSITS, THE LOSS IS YOURS.




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THERE IS NO GOING BACK. THERE IS NO DRAWING AGAINST THE "TOMORROW ". YOU MUST LIVE IN THE
PRESENT ON TODAY'S DEPOSITS. INVEST IT SO AS TO GET FROM IT THE UTMOST IN HEALTH, HAPPINESS
AND SUCCESS!

THE CLOCK IS RUNNING. MAKE THE MOST OF TODAY..

TO REALIZE THE VALUE OF ONE YEAR
ASK A STUDENT WHO HAS FAILED HIS EXAM.

TO REALIZE THE VALUE OF ONE MONTH
ASK A MOTHER WHO HAS GIVEN BIRTH TO A PRE-MATURE BABY.

TO REALIZE THE VALUE OF ONE WEEK
ASK AN EDITOR OF A WEEKLY NEWSPAPER.

TO REALIZE THE VALUE OF ONE DAY
ASK A DAILY WAGE LABORER WHO HAS TEN KIDS TO FEED.

TO REALIZE THE VALUE OF ONE HOUR
ASK THE LOVERS WHO ARE WAITING TO MEET OR . . .

TO REALIZE THE VALUE OF ONE MINUTE
ASK A PERSON WHO HAS MISSED THE TRAIN.

TO REALIZE THE VALUE OF ONE SECOND
ASK A PERSON WHO HAS SURVIVED AN ACCIDENT.

TO REALIZE THE VALUE OF ONE MILLI-SECOND
ASK THE PERSON WHO HAS WON A SILVER MEDAL IN OLYMPICS.

TREASURE EVERY MOMENT THAT YOU HAVE!

AND TREASURE IT MORE BECAUSE YOU SHARED IT WITH SOMEONE SPECIAL - SPECIAL ENOUGH TO HAVE
YOUR TIME... AND REMEMBER - TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE ...

       ANON, TIME.


W EAR SUNSCREEN. IF I COULD OFFER YOU ONLY ONE TIP FOR THE FUTURE,
SUNSCREEN WOULD BE IT. THE LONG-TERM BENEFITS OF SUNSCREEN HAVE BEEN
PROVED BY SCIENTISTS, WHEREAS THE REST OF MY ADVICE HAS NO BASIS MORE
RELIABLE THAN MY OWN MEANDERING EXPERIENCE. I WILL DISPENSE THIS ADVICE
NOW .

ENJOY THE POWER AND BEAUTY OF YOUR YOUTH. OH, NEVER MIND. YOU WILL NOT
UNDERSTAND THE POWER AND BEAUTY OF YOUR YOUTH UNTIL THEY'VE FADED. BUT
TRUST ME, IN 20 YEARS, YOU'LL LOOK BACK AT PHOTOS OF YOURSELF AND RECALL
IN A WAY YOU CAN'T GRASP NOW HOW MUCH POSSIBILITY LAY BEFORE YOU AND HOW
FABULOUS YOU REALLY LOOKED. YOU ARE NOT AS FAT AS YOU IMAGINE. DON'T
WORRY ABOUT THE FUTURE. OR WORRY, BUT KNOW THAT WORRYING IS AS EFFECTIVE
AS TRYING TO SOLVE AN ALGEBRA EQUATION BY CHEWING BUBBLE GUM. THE REAL
TROUBLES IN YOUR LIFE ARE APT TO BE THINGS THAT NEVER CROSSED YOUR
WORRIED MIND, THE KIND THAT BLINDSIDE YOU AT 4 PM ON SOME IDLE TUESDAY.
DO ONE THING EVERY DAY THAT SCARES YOU.



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SING. DON'T BE RECKLESS WITH OTHER PEOPLE'S HEARTS. DON'T PUT UP WITH
PEOPLE WHO ARE RECKLESS WITH YOURS. FLOSS. DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME ON
JEALOUSY. SOMETIMES YOU'RE AHEAD, SOMETIMES YOU'RE BEHIND. THE RACE IS
LONG AND, IN THE END, IT'S ONLY WITH YOURSELF.

REMEMBER COMPLIMENTS YOU RECEIVE. FORGET THE INSULTS. IF YOU SUCCEED IN
DOING THIS, TELL ME HOW . KEEP YOUR OLD LOVE LETTERS. THROW AWAY YOUR OLD
BANK STATEMENTS. STRETCH. DON'T FEEL GUILTY IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU
WANT TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE. THE MOST INTERESTING PEOPLE I KNOW DIDN'T
KNOW AT 22 WHAT THEY WANTED TO DO WITH THEIR LIVES. SOME OF THE MOST
INTERESTING 40-YEAR-OLDS I KNOW STILL DON'T. GET PLENTY OF CALCIUM. BE
KIND TO YOUR KNEES. YOU'LL MISS THEM WHEN THEY'RE GONE. MAYBE YOU'LL
MARRY, MAYBE YOU WON'T. MAYBE YOU'LL HAVE CHILDREN, MAYBE YOU WON'T.
MAYBE YOU'LL DIVORCE AT 40, MAYBE YOU'LL DANCE THE FUNKY CHICKEN ON YOUR
75TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY. W HATEVER YOU DO, DON'T CONGRATULATE YOURSELF
TOO MUCH, OR BERATE YOURSELF EITHER. YOUR CHOICES ARE HALF CHANCE. SO
ARE EVERYBODY ELSE'S. ENJOY YOUR BODY. USE IT EVERY WAY YOU CAN. DON'T
BE AFRAID OF IT OR OF WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK OF IT. IT'S THE GREATEST
INSTRUMENT YOU'LL EVER OWN.

DANCE, EVEN IF YOU HAVE NOWHERE TO DO IT BUT YOUR LIVING ROOM. READ THE
DIRECTIONS, EVEN IF YOU DON'T FOLLOW THEM. DO NOT READ BEAUTY MAGAZINES.
THEY WILL ONLY MAKE YOU FEEL UGLY. GET TO KNOW YOUR PARENTS. YOU NEVER
KNOW WHEN THEY'LL BE GONE FOR GOOD. BE NICE TO YOUR SIBLINGS. THEY'RE
YOUR BEST LINK TO YOUR PAST AND THE PEOPLE MOST LIKELY TO STICK WITH YOU
IN THE FUTURE. UNDERSTAND THAT FRIENDS COME AND GO, BUT WITH A PRECIOUS
FEW YOU SHOULD HOLD ON. W ORK HARD TO BRIDGE THE GAPS IN GEOGRAPHY AND
LIFESTYLE, BECAUSE THE OLDER YOU GET, THE MORE YOU NEED THE PEOPLE WHO
KNEW YOU WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG. LIVE IN NEW YORK CITY ONCE, BUT LEAVE
BEFORE IT MAKES YOU HARD. LIVE IN NORTHERN CALIFORNIA ONCE, BUT LEAVE
BEFORE IT MAKES YOU SOFT. TRAVEL.

ACCEPT CERTAIN INALIENABLE TRUTHS: PRICES WILL RISE. POLITICIANS WILL
PHILANDER. YOU, TOO, WILL GET OLD. AND WHEN YOU DO, YOU'LL FANTASIZE THAT
WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG, PRICES WERE REASONABLE, POLITICIANS WERE NOBLE AND
CHILDREN RESPECTED THEIR ELDERS. RESPECT YOUR ELDERS.

DON'T EXPECT ANYONE ELSE TO SUPPORT YOU. MAYBE YOU HAVE A TRUST FUND.
MAYBE YOU'LL HAVE A WEALTHY SPOUSE. BUT YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN EITHER ONE
MIGHT RUN OUT. DON'T MESS TOO MUCH WITH YOUR HAIR OR BY THE TIME YOU'RE
40 IT WILL LOOK 85. BE CAREFUL WHOSE ADVICE YOU BUY, BUT BE PATIENT WITH
THOSE WHO SUPPLY IT. ADVICE IS A FORM OF NOSTALGIA. DISPENSING IT IS A
WAY OF FISHING THE PAST FROM THE DISPOSAL, WIPING IT OFF, PAINTING OVER
THE UGLY PARTS AND RECYCLING IT FOR MORE THAN IT'S WORTH.

BUT TRUST ME ON THE SUNSCREEN.

       MARY SCHMICH


THE GREAT BATTLE HAS WAGED ETERNAL. THE ARMY OF LIGHT AND THE ARMY OF NIGHT, AS ALWAYS,
ARE FUELED BY SOULS HARVESTED ON EARTH. IT HAS BEEN EONS SINCE THE DARK FORCES LAST
ASSAULTED THE HEAVENS, BUT THE STEADY DECAY AND VIOLENCE OF EARTHLY CIVILIZATION HAS
PROVIDED A CONSTANT FLOW OF NEW RECRUITS, AS WELL AS THOSE WILLING TO SELL THEIR SOULS IN




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EXCHANGE FOR WEALTH AND POWER. ALL THE DARK LORD NEEDS NOW IS ONE GREAT SOLDIER,
SOMEONE WHO CAN CONQUER EARTH AND LEAD HIS HORDES TO THE GATES OF THE HEAVENS . . . THEN
RIP THEM DOWN AND SURGE THROUGH TO VICTORY.

I MAY SOUND LIKE JUST ANOTHER HELL 'N' BRIMSTONE PREACHER WHEN I TELL YOU THAT ONE DAY
THERE WILL COME A GREAT BATTLE, WHEN THE HEAVENS WILL TOUCH DOWN ON EARTH AND HELL WILL
RISE UP TO MEET IT, BUT ALLOW ME TO OFFER MY CREDENTIALS.

I'VE GONE BY MANY NAMES OVER THE MILLENNIA. MORE NAMES THAN I CAN RECALL. MOST RECENTLY IN
HISTORY, AT LEAST RECENT IN MY TERMS, I HAVE BEEN KNOWN AS COUNT ALESSANDRO DI
COGLIOSTRO.

I WAS IN BABYLON PLOTTING WITH KINGS, AND MORE THAN ONCE AS PHARAOH'S RIGHT-HAND IN EGYPT'S
DISTANT PAST. MUCH LATER, I WAS THE ROMAN SOLDIER WHO SPEARED IN THE SIDE A MAN NAMED
JOSHUA, LATER CALLED JESUS OF NAZARETH, A LEGACY THAT HAS FOLLOWED ME FOR TWO THOUSAND
YEARS IN THE FORM OF THE SPEARHEAD --- THE SPEAR OF DESTINY. IT HAS SURVIVED TO THIS DAY AND
IS A WEAPON OF TREMENDOUS MAGICAL POWERS. AS YOU READ ON, THAT STORY WILL UNFOLD WITHIN
THIS TALE OF THE MAN WHO WAS FINALLY CHOSEN TO LEAD THE VILE ARMY OF NIGHT INTO THE GREAT
BATTLE.

I'VE ALSO BEEN KNOWN AS AN ALCHEMIST, A MAGICIAN, AND I'VE EVEN BEEN MISTAKEN FOR THE DARK
LORD HIMSELF. THE TRUTH IS, I AM A HELLSPAWN, AN IMMORTAL RE-BORN FROM THE DEPTHS OF
DARKNESS, SENT HERE BY MALEBOLGIA, THE BLACKEST OF EVIL LORDS WHO RULES THE EIGHTH SPHERE
OF HELL.

LIKE MANY OTHERS OF MY ILK, I HAVE BEEN A CURSE TO HUMANITY FOR UNTOLD CENTURIES. THE DEATH
AND MISERY THAT I HAVE CAUSED, BY COMPARISON, WOULD MAKE YOUR WORST CRIMINALS APPEAR AS
INNOCENT CHILDREN. BUT ONE DAY SEVERAL HUNDRED YEARS AGO, I DECIDED I NO LONGER RELISHED
EVIL AND CARNAGE. THE DARK AGES WERE OVER AND I NO LONGER CRAVED THE TASTE THE BLOOD OR
THE SIGHT OF PAIN AND HORROR.

I KNEW THERE WAS ANOTHER WAY, ONE I'D ALWAYS CONSIDERED FAR WEAKER. THE WAY OF LIGHT, OF
JUSTICE, OF HOPE. THE WAY OF PROVIDENCE. I HAD COME TO REALIZE THAT ULTIMATELY, LIKE
EVERYTHING ELSE, I WAS A PART OF THE LIGHT, AND THAT IT WAS USELESS TO FIGHT AND DISAVOW IT
AND ITS HEAVENLY SOURCE. SURE, I HEARD VOICES FROM THE OTHER SIDE TALKING TO ME, FIRST IN MY
SLEEP, THEN EVEN IN MY WAKING LIFE, CONNIVING, TRYING TO DRAW ME BACK. BUT I IGNORED THEM --- I
IGNORE THEM STILL --- AND I, COGLIOSTRO, BECAME HELL'S FIRST TURNCOAT, A LUCIFER TO THE DARK
LORD HIMSELF.

I TRAVELED THE WORLD SEEKING OUT OTHER HELLSPAWN, HOPING TO FIND ALLIES AMONG THEM, TO
FREE THEM FROM THEIR ROLES AS PUPPETS OF MALEBOLGIA. BUT FOR CENTURIES, NONE JOINED ME ---
AND FOR THAT REASON THE DARK LORD TOLERATED ME. HE ENJOYED TORTURING ME BY ALLOWING ME
TO PURSUE MY FRUITLESS AMBITIONS. IT WAS HIS WAY OF DEMONSTRATING HIS POWER TO ME AND TO
OTHER HELLSPAWN.

THEN ONE DAY I ENCOUNTERED A BOY WHO WAS UNLIKE ANY I'D SEEN FOR CENTURIES. EVEN AS AN
EIGHT-YEAR-OLD, HE WAS BOLD AND COURAGEOUS. I KNEW HE WOULD GROW UP TO BE A FIERCE AND
FEARLESS WARRIOR, AND I HELD GREAT HOPE FOR HIM. I FOLLOWED HIM OVER THE YEARS, BUT SLOWLY
MY EXPECTATIONS FADED. HE HAD BEEN BLINDED BY A DEVIOUS LEADER, A SECRETIVE GENERAL WHO
TODAY STILL ROAMS FREE SPREADING DARKNESS. THE WARRIOR WAS SUPERIOR TO THE GENERAL IN HIS
POWER AND PROWESS, AND THAT WAS WHY MALEBOLGIA CHOSE HIM OVER THE GENERAL TO LEAD HIS
ARMIES IN THE CONQUEST OF HUMANITY.




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AT THE SAME TIME, I SENSED HE WAS INHERENTLY CAPABLE OF DEFEATING MALEBOLGIA, BUT HE HAD TO
OVERCOME THE HATE AND THE OVERWHELMING DESIRE FOR BLOOD REVENGE THAT TOOK HIM FROM
HELL'S FIRE BACK TO EARTH.


ROB MACGREGOR , SPAWN


BY THIS CERTIFICATE KNOW YE THAT.......

  THE BEARER IS A LIFETIME MEMBER IN GOOD STANDING IN THE SOCIETY
  OF CHILDLIKE GROWNUPS AND IS HEREBY ENTITLED TO:

W ALK IN THE RAIN,
JUMP IN MUD PUDDLES,
COLLECT RAINBOWS,
SMELL FLOWERS,
BLOW BUBBLES, OOOOOOO
STOP ALONG THE WAY,
BUILD SANDCASTLES,
WATCH THE MOON AND ST*RS COME OUT,

SAY HELLO TO EVERYONE,
GO BAREFOOT,
GO ON ADVENTURES,
SING IN THE SHOWER,

HAVE A MERRY HEART ,
READ CHILDREN'S BOOKS,
ACT SILLY,
TAKE BUBBLE BATHS,
GET NEW SNEAKERS,
HOLD HANDS & HUG & KISS,
DANCE,

FLY KITES,
LAUGH OUT LOUD AND CRY OUT LOUD,
 WANDER AROUND,
WONDER (???) ABOUT STUFF,
FEEL SCARED & SAD ;-( & MAD & HAPPY,

GIVE UP WORRY & GUILT & SHAME,
STAY INNOCENT,
SAY YES AND NO AND THE MAGIC WORDS,
ASK LOTS OF QUESTIONS,

RIDE BICYCLES,
DRAW AND PAINT AND COLOR,
SEE THINGS DIFFERENTLY,
FALL DOWN AND GET UP AGAIN,

TALK WITH ANIMALS,
LOOK AT THE SKY,
TRUST THE UNIVERSE,
STAY UP LATE,



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CLIMB TREES,
TAKE NAPS,
DO NOTHING,
DAYDREAM,

PLAY WITH TOYS,
BUY FAST FOOD TOYS.. (HAPPY MEALS!!)
PLAY UNDER THE COVERS,
HAVE PILLOW FIGHTS,
LEARN NEW STUFF,

GET EXCITED ABOUT EVERYTHING,
BE A CLOWN,
LISTEN TO MUSIC,
FIND OUT HOW THINGS WORK,

MAKE UP NEW RULES,
TELL STORIES,
SAVE THE WORLD,
MAKE FRIENDS,

AND DO ANYTHING THAT BRINGS MORE:

HAPPINESS, CELEBRATION, RELAXATION,
COMMUNICATION, HEALTH, LOVE, JOY,
CREATIVITY, PLEASURE, ABUNDANCE,
GRACE, SELF-ESTEEM, COURAGE,
BALANCE, SPONTANEITY, PASSION,
PEACE, BEAUTY, AND LIFE ENERGY
TO ALL HUMANS AND BEINGS OF THIS PLANET.

FURTHERMORE, THE ABOVE NAMED MEMBER IS OFFICIALLY
AUTHORIZED TO FREQUENT AMUSEMENT PARKS, BEACHES,
MEADOWS, MOUNTAINTOPS, SWIMMING POOLS, FORESTS,
PLAYGROUNDS, PICNIC AREAS, SUMMER AREAS, SUMMER CAMPS,
BIRTHDAY PARTIES, HAPPY MEAL PURCHASERS (GREAT TOYS!!),
CIRCUSES, BAKERIES, ICE CREAM PARLORS, THEATERS,
AQUARIUMS, ZOOS, MUSEUMS, PLANETARIUMS, TOY STORES,
FESTIVALS AND OTHER PLACES WHERE CHILDREN OF ALL AGES
GATHER TO PLAY AND IS ENCOURAGED TO ALWAYS REMEMBER THE
MOTTO OF THE SOCIETY OF CHILDLIKE GROWNUPS:



IT'S NEVER TOO LATE
TO HAVE A HAPPY CHILDHOOD,
AND TO MAKE SURE THAT OTHERS DO TOO!

       ANON


FOOL ENOUGH TO ALMOST BE IT
COOL ENOUGH TO NOT QUITE SEE IT
DOOMED
PICK YOUR POCKETS FULL OF SORROW



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AND RUN AWAY WITH ME TOMORROW
JUNE
W E'LL TRY AND EASE THE PAIN
BUT SOMEHOW WE'LL FEEL THE SAME
W ELL, NO ONE KNOWS
W HERE OUR SECRETS GO
I SEND A HEART TO ALL MY DEARIES
W HEN YOUR LIFE IS SO, SO DREARY
DREAM
I'M RUMORED TO THE STRAIGHT AND NARROW
W HILE THE HARLOTS OF MY PERILS
SCREAM
AND I FAIL
BUT WHEN I CAN, I WILL
TRY TO UNDERSTAND
THAT WHEN I CAN, I WILL
MOTHER WEEP THE YEARS I'M MISSING
ALL OUR TIME CAN'T BE GIVEN
BACK
SHUT MY MOUTH AND STRIKE THE DEMONS
THAT CURSED YOU AND YOUR REASONS
OUT OF HAND AND OUT OF SEASON
OUT OF LOVE AND OUT OF FEELING
SO BAD
W HEN I CAN, I WILL
W ORDS DEFY THE PLANS
W HEN I CAN, I WILL
FOOL ENOUGH TO ALMOST BE IT
COOL ENOUGH TO NOT QUITE SEE IT
DUMB ENOUGH TO ALWAYS FEEL IT,
ALWAYS OLD, I‘LL ALWAYS FEEL IT
NO MORE PROMISE NO MORE SORROW
NO LONGER WILL I FOLLOW
CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME
I JUST WANT TO BE ME
W HEN I CAN, I WILL
TRY TO UNDERSTAND
THAT WHEN I CAN, I WILL

         SMASHING PUMPKINS , MAYONNAISE


I'VE LEARNED.......

I'VE LEARNED THAT IF SOMEONE SAYS SOMETHING UNKIND ABOUT ME, I MUST LIVE SO THAT NO ONE WILL
BELIEVE IT. AGE 39

I'VE LEARNED THAT JUST WHEN I GET MY ROOM THE WAY I LIKE IT, MOM MAKES ME CLEAN IT UP. AGE 13

I'VE LEARNED THAT CHILDREN AND GRANDPARENTS ARE NATURAL ALLIES. AGE 46

I'VE LEARNED THAT EVEN WHEN I HAVE PAINS, I DON'T HAVE TO BE ONE. AGE 82

I'VE LEARNED THAT SILENT COMPANY IS OFTEN MORE HEALING THAN WORDS OF ADVICE. AGE 24




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I'VE LEARNED THAT IF YOU PURSUE HAPPINESS, IT WILL ELUDE YOU. BUT IF YOU FOCUS ON YOUR FAMILY,
THE NEEDS OF OTHERS, YOUR WORK, MEETING NEW PEOPLE, AND DOING THE VERY BEST YOU CAN,
HAPPINESS WILL FIND YOU. AGE 65

I'VE LEARNED THAT MOTEL MATTRESSES ARE BETTER ON THE SIDE AWAY FROM THE PHONE. AGE 50

I'VE LEARNED THAT REGARDLESS OF YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENTS, YOU MISS THEM
TERRIBLY AFTER THEY DIE. AGE 53

I'VE LEARNED THAT YOU CAN'T HIDE A PIECE OF BROCCOLI IN A GLASS OF MILK. AGE 7

I'VE LEARNED THAT THE GREATER A PERSON'S SENSE OF GUILT, THE GREATER HIS NEED TO CAST BLAME
ON OTHERS. AGE 46

I'VE LEARNED THAT LIFE SOMETIMES GIVES YOU A SECOND CHANCE. AGE 62

I'VE LEARNED THAT IT PAYS TO BELIEVE IN MIRACLES. AND TO TELL THE TRUTH, I'VE SEEN SEVERAL. AGE
73

I'VE LEARNED THAT YOU SHOULDN'T GO THROUGH LIFE WITH A CATCHERS MITT ON BOTH HANDS. YOU
NEED TO BE ABLE TO THROW SOMETHING BACK. AGE 64

I'VE LEARNED THAT BRUSHING MY CHILD'S HAIR IS ONE OF LIFE'S GREAT PLEASURES. AGE 29

I'VE LEARNED THAT WHEREVER I GO, THE WORLDS WORST DRIVERS HAVE FOLLOWED ME THERE. AGE 29

I'VE LEARNED THAT SINGING "AMAZING GRACE" CAN LIFT MY SPIRITS FOR HOURS. AGE 49

I'VE LEARNED THAT YOU CAN MAKE SOMEONE'S DAY BY SIMPLY SEND THEM A LITTLE CARD. AGE 44

I'VE LEARNED THAT IF YOU WANT TO CHEER YOURSELF UP, YOU SHOULD TRY CHEERING SOMEONE ELSE
UP. AGE 13

I'VE LEARNED THAT WHEN I WAVE TO PEOPLE IN THE COUNTRY, THEY STOP WHAT THEY ARE DOING AND
WAVE BACK. AGE 9

I'VE LEARNED THAT ALTHOUGH IT'S HARD TO ADMIT IT, I'M SECRETLY GLAD MY PARENTS ARE STRICT WITH
ME. AGE 15

I'VE LEARNED THAT YOU CAN TELL A LOT ABOUT A MAN BY THE WAY HE HANDLES THESE THREE THINGS: A
RAINY DAY, LOST LUGGAGE, AND TANGLED CHRISTMAS TREE LIGHTS. AGE 52

I'VE LEARNED THAT WHENEVER I DECIDE SOMETHING WITH KINDNESS, I USUALLY MAKE THE RIGHT
DECISION. AGE 66

I'VE LEARNED THAT IF YOU WANT TO DO SOMETHING POSITIVE FOR YOUR CHILDREN, TRY TO IMPROVE
YOUR MARRIAGE. AGE 61

I'VE LEARNED THAT MAKING A LIVING IS NOT THE SAME THING AS MAKING A LIFE. AGE 58

I'VE LEARNED THAT EVERYONE CAN USE A PRAYER. AGE 72

I'VE LEARNED THAT I LIKE MY TEACHER BECAUSE SHE CRIES WHEN WE SING "SILENT NIGHT". AGE 7




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I'VE LEARNED THAT THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU DEARLY BUT JUST DON'T KNOW HOW TO SHOW IT.
AGE 41

I'VE LEARNED THAT EVERY DAY YOU SHOULD REACH OUT AND TOUCH SOMEONE. PEOPLE LOVE THAT
HUMAN TOUCH--HOLDING HANDS, A WARM HUG, OR JUST A FRIENDLY PAT ON THE BACK. AGE 85

I'VE LEARNED THAT I STILL HAVE A LOT TO LEARN. AGE 92

        ANON


THIS LOOKS LIKE A VERY BUSY DAY.
YOU HAVE PILES OF STUFF TO DO.
IT'S ALMOST OVERWHELMING, BUT YOU CAN PLOW THROUGH IT.

YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT SOME SORT OF CHANGE YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE TO YOUR HOME.
YOU COULD REDECORATE,
OR EVEN MOVE TO A BETTER PLACE.
YOU'LL BE ABLE TO AFFORD IT BECAUSE OF ALL THE MONEY YOU'LL BE MAKING.
THAT'S DUE TO ALL THE EXTRA WORK YOU'RE DOING, RIGHT?

THIS IS DEFINITELY A GOOD WAY TO BE THINKING.
THERE'S NO POINT IN BEING UPSET ABOUT ALL THIS EXTRA WORK.
SET A GOAL YOU'RE ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT. IT WILL MAKE YOUR ENTIRE DAY GO EASIER.
THAT WILL ALSO MAKE IT A LOT MORE FUN, WHICH IS WHAT YOU'RE REALLY ALL ABOUT –
HAVING THINGS BE EASY, FUN AND INTERESTING.

MAKE THAT HAPPEN FIRST.

        HOROSCOPE - NEWS AND REVIEW


A MAN FOUND A COCOON OF AN EMPEROR MOTH. HE TOOK IT HOME SO THAT HE COULD WATCH THE
MOTH COME OUT OF THE COCOON. ON THAT DAY A SMALL OPENING APPEARED, HE SAT AND WATCHED
THE MOTH FOR SEVERAL HOURS AS THE MOTH STRUGGLED TO FORCE THE BODY THROUGH THAT LITTLE
HOLE. THEN IT SEEMED TO STOP MAKING ANY PROGRESS. IT APPEARED AS IF IT HAD GOTTEN AS FAR AS
IT COULD AND IT COULD GO NO FARTHER. IT JUST SEEMED TO BE STUCK.

THEN THE MAN, IN HIS KINDNESS, DECIDED TO HELP THE MOTH, SO HE TOOK A PAIR OF SCISSORS AND
SNIPPED OFF THE REMAINING BIT OF THE COCOON. THE MOTH THEN EMERGED EASILY. BUT IT HAD A
SWOLLEN BODY AND SMALL, SHRIVELED WINGS. THE MAN CONTINUED TO WATCH THE MOTH BECAUSE HE
EXPECTED THAT, AT ANY MOMENT, THE WINGS WOULD ENLARGE AND EXPAND TO BE ABLE TO SUPPORT
THE BODY, WHICH WOULD CONTRACT IN TIME. NEITHER HAPPENED! IN FACT, THE LITTLE MOTH SPENT
THE REST OF ITS LIFE CRAWLING AROUND WITH A SWOLLEN BODY AND SHRIVELED BODY AND SHRIVELED
WINGS. IT NEVER WAS ABLE TO FLY.

W HAT THE MAN IN HIS KINDNESS AND HASTE DID NOT UNDERSTAND WAS THAT THE RESTRICTING
COCOON AND THE STRUGGLE REQUIRED OR THE MOTH TO GET THROUGH THE TINY OPENING WAS THE
WAY OF FORCING FLUID FROM THE BODY OF THE MOTH INTO ITS WINGS SO THAT IT WOULD BE READY FOR
FLIGHT ONCE IT ACHIEVED ITS FREEDOM FROM THE COCOON. FREEDOM AND FLIGHT WOULD ONLY COME
AFTER THE STRUGGLE. BY DEPRIVING THE MOTH OF A STRUGGLE, HE DEPRIVED THE MOTH OF HEALTH.

SOMETIMES STRUGGLES ARE EXACTLY WHAT WE NEED IN OUR LIFE. IF WE WERE TO GO THROUGH OUR
LIFE WITHOUT ANY OBSTACLES, WE WOULD BE CRIPPLED. W E WOULD NOT BE AS STRONG AS WHAT WE
COULD HAVE BEEN. GIVE EVERY OPPORTUNITY A CHANCE, LEAVE NO ROOM FOR REGRETS.




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       ANON, STRUGGLE


IS HELL EXOTHERMIC OR ENDOTHERMIC

A THERMODYNAMICS PROFESSOR HAD WRITTEN A TAKE-HOME EXAM FOR HIS GRADUATE STUDENTS. IT
HAD ONE QUESTION.

IS HELL EXOTHERMIC OR ENDOTHERMIC? SUPPORT YOUR ANSWER WITH A PROOF. FOR NON-SCIENCE
MAJORS, EXOTHERMIC IS WHEN SOMETHING RELEASES HEAT AND ENDOTHERMIC IS WHEN SOMETHING
GENERATES HEAT.

MOST OF THE STUDENTS WROTE PROOFS OF THEIR BELIEFS USING BOYLE'S LAW OR SOME VARIANT.
ONE STUDENT, HOWEVER, WROTE THE FOLLOWING:

"FIRST, WE POSTULATE THAT IF SOULS EXIST, THEY MUST HAVE SOME MASS. IF THEY DO, THEN A MOLE
OF SOULS CAN ALSO HAVE A MASS. SO, AT WHAT RATE ARE SOULS MOVING INTO HELL AND AT WHAT
RATE ARE SOULS LEAVING" I THINK THAT WE CAN SAFELY ASSUME THAT ONCE A SOUL GETS TO HELL, IT
WILL NOT LEAVE. THEREFORE, NO SOULS ARE LEAVING. AS FOR SOULS ENTERING HELL, LET'S LOOK AT
THE DIFFERENT RELIGIONS THAT EXIST IN THE WORLD TODAY.

SOME OF THESE RELIGIONS STATE THAT IF YOU ARE NOT A MEMBER OF THEIR RELIGION, YOU WILL GO TO
HELL. SINCE THERE ARE MORE THAN ONE OF THESE RELIGIONS AND PEOPLE DO NOT BELONG TO MORE
THAN ONE RELIGION, WE CAN PROJECT THAT ALL PEOPLE AND ALL SOULS GO TO HELL. W ITH BIRTH AND
DEATH RATES AS THEY ARE, WE CAN EXPECT THE NUMBER OF SOULS IN HELL TO INCREASE
EXPONENTIALLY.

NOW , WE LOOK AT THE RATE OF CHANGE IN VOLUME IN HELL. BOYLE'S LAW STATES THAT IN ORDER FOR
THE TEMPERATURE AND PRESSURE IN HELL TO STAY THE SAME, THE RATIO OF THE MASS OF SOULS AND
VOLUME NEEDS TO STAY CONSTANT.

#1 SO, IF HELL IS EXPANDING AT A SLOWER RATE THAN THE RATE AT WHICH SOULS ENTER HELL, THEN
THE TEMPERATURE AND PRESSURE IN HELL WILL INCREASE UNTIL ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE.

#2 OF COURSE, IF HELL IS EXPANDING AT A RATE FASTER THAN THE INCREASE OF SOULS IN HELL, THEN
THE TEMPERATURE AND PRESSURE WILL DROP UNTIL HELL FREEZES OVER.

SO WHICH IS IT? IF WE ACCEPT THE POSTULATE GIVEN ME BY JENNIFER SMITH DURING FRESHMAN YEAR,
AND TAKE INTO ACCOUNT THE FACT THAT I STILL HAVE NOT SUCCEEDED IN HAVING SEXUAL RELATIONS
WITH HER, THEN #2 CANNOT BE TRUE, AND HELL IS EXOTHERMIC."

       ANON


YOU PUT YOURSELF IN STUPID PLACES
YES I THINK YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE
SITUATIONS WHERE IT'S EASY TO LOOK DOWN
ON YOU

I THINK YOU LIKE TO BE THE VICTIM
I THINK YOU LIKE TO BE IN PAIN
I THINK YOU MAKE YOURSELF A VICTIM
ALMOST EVERY SINGLE DAY




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YOU DO WHAT YOU DO
YOU SAY WHAT YOU SAY
YOU TRY TO BE EVERYTHING TO EVERYONE
YOU KNOW ALL THE RIGHT PEOPLE
YOU PLAY ALL THE RIGHT GAMES
YOU ALWAYS TRY TO BE
EVERYTHING TO EVERYONE

YEAH YOU DO IT AGAIN
YEAH YOU ALWAYS DO IT AGAIN

YOU SAY THEY TAUGHT YOU TO READ AND WRITE
THEY TAUGHT YOU HOW TO COUNT
I SAY THEY TAUGHT YOU HOW TO BUY AND SELL
YOUR OWN BODY BY THE POUND
I THINK YOU LIKE TO BE THEIR SIMPLE TOY
I THINK YOU LOVE TO PLAY THE CLOWN
I THINK YOU ARE BLIND TO THE FACT
THAT THE HAND YOU HOLD
IS THE HAND THAT HOLDS YOU DOWN

YOU DO WHAT YOU DO
YOU SAY WHAT YOU SAY
YOU ALWAYS TRY TO BE EVERYTHING TO EVERYONE
YOU KNOW ALL THE RIGHT PEOPLE
YOU PLAY ALL THE RIGHT GAMES
YOU ALWAYS TRY TO BE
EVERYTHING TO EVERYONE

SPIN AROUND AND FALL DOWN
DO IT AGAIN
YOU STUMBLE AND YOU FALL
YEAH WHY WON'T YOU EVER LEARN
SPIN AROUND AND FALL DOWN
DO IT AGAIN
YOU STUMBLE AND YOU FALL
I WONDER IF YOU WILL EVER LEARN

YEAH WHY WON'T YOU EVER LEARN

COME ON NOW
DO THAT STUPID DANCE FOR ME

YOU DO WHAT THEY TELL YOU TO DO
YOU SAY WHAT THEY SAY
YOU TRY TO BE
EVERYTHING TO EVERYONE

YOU JUMP THROUGH THE BIG HOOP
YOU PLAY ALL THE RIGHT GAMES
YOU TRY TO BE
EVERYTHING TO EVERYONE

SPIN AROUND AND FALL DOWN
DO IT AGAIN




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YOU STUMBLE AND YOU FALL
YEAH YOU DO IT AGAIN
SPIN AROUND AND FALL DOWN
DO IT AGAIN
YOU STUMBLE AND YOU FALL...

       EVERCLEAR, EVERYTHING TO EVERYONE


HEY YOUR GLASS IS EMPTY
IT'S A HELL OF A LONG WAY TO HOME,
WHY DON'T YOU LET ME TAKE YOU
IT'S NO GOOD TO GO ALONE.
I NEVER WOULD HAVE OPENED UP
BUT YOU SEEMED SO REAL TO ME,
AFTER ALL THE BULLSHIT I'VE HEARD IT'S REFRESHING NOT TO SEE.
I DON'T HAVE TO PRETEND, SHE DOESN'T EXPECT IT FROM ME

SO DON'T TELL ME I HAVEN'T BEEN GOOD TO YOU,
DON'T TELL ME I HAVE NEVER BEEN THERE FOR YOU,
DON'T TELL ME WHY NOTHING IS GOOD ENOUGH.

HEY LITTLE GIRL WOULD YOU LIKE SOME CANDY
YOUR MOMMA SAID THAT IT'S OK.
THE DOOR IS OPEN COME ON OUTSIDE
NO I CAN'T COME OUT TODAY,
IT'S NOT THE WIND THAT CRACKED YOUR SHOULDER AND THREW YOU TO THE GROUND,
WHO'S THERE THAT MAKES YOU SO AFRAID YOU'VE SHAKEN TO THE BONE.
NOW DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU DESERVE SO MUCH MORE THAN THIS.

SO DON'T TELL ME WHY HE'S NEVER BEEN GOOD TO YOU,
DON'T TELL ME WHY HE'S NEVER BEEN THERE FOR YOU,
DON'T YOU KNOW YOU THAT WHY IS SIMPLY NOT GOOD ENOUGH.

SO JUST LET ME TRY AND I WILL BE GOOD TO YOU
JUST LET ME TRY AND I WILL BE THERE FOR YOU.
I'LL SHOW YOU WHY YOU'RE SO MUCH MORE THAN GOOD ENOUGH.

       SARAH MCLAUCHLAN, GOOD ENOUGH


. . . FOR LONG YOU LIVE AND HIGH YOU FLY
AND SMILES YOU'LL GIVE AND TEARS YOU'LL CRY…

ALL THAT YOU TOUCH
ALL THAT YOU SEE
ALL THAT YOU TASTE
ALL YOU FEEL.
ALL THAT YOU LOVE
ALL THAT YOU HATE
ALL YOU DISTRUST
ALL YOU SAVE.
ALL THAT YOU GIVE
ALL THAT YOU DEAL
ALL THAT YOU BUY,



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BEG, BORROW OR STEAL.
ALL YOU CREATE
ALL YOU DESTROY
ALL THAT YOU DO
ALL THAT YOU SAY.
ALL THAT YOU EAT
AND EVERYONE YOU MEET
ALL THAT YOU SLIGHT
AND EVERYONE YOU FIGHT.
ALL THAT IS NOW
ALL THAT IS GONE
ALL THAT'S TO COME
AND EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN IS IN TUNE
BUT THE SUN IS ECLIPSED BY THE MOON.

        PINK FLOYD, THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON, ECLIPSE


YOU NEVER FEED ME.
PERHAPS I'LL SLEEP ON YOUR FACE.
THAT WILL SURE SHOW YOU.

YOU MUST SCRATCH ME THERE!
YES, ABOVE MY TAIL!
BEHOLD, ELEVATOR BUTT.

THE RULE FOR TODAY
TOUCH MY TAIL, I SHRED YOUR HAND.
NEW RULE TOMORROW .

IN DEEP SLEEP HEAR SOUND
CAT VOMIT HAIRBALL SOMEWHERE
WILL FIND IN MORNING.

GRACE PERSONIFIED.
I LEAP INTO THE WINDOW .
I MEANT TO DO THAT.

BLUR OF MOTION, THEN --
SILENCE, ME, A PAPER BAG.
W HAT IS SO FUNNY?

THE MIGHTY HUNTER
RETURNS WITH GIFTS OF PLUMP BIRDS --
YOUR FOOT JUST SQUASHED ONE.

YOU'RE ALWAYS TYPING.
W ELL, LET'S SEE YOU IGNORE ME
SITTING ON YOUR HANDS.

MY SMALL CARDBOARD BOX.
YOU CANNOT SEE ME IF I
CAN JUST HIDE MY HEAD.

TERRIBLE BATTLE.



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I FOUGHT FOR HOURS. COME AND SEE!
W HAT'S A 'FUNCTIONAL SPEC AND DATABASE SCHEMA DESIGN'?

SMALL BRAVE CARNIVORES
KILL PINE CONES AND MOSQUITOES
FEAR VACUUM CLEANER

I WANT TO BE CLOSE
TO YOU. CAN I FIT MY HEAD
INSIDE YOUR ARMPIT?

W ANNA GO OUTSIDE.
OH, SHIT! HELP! I GOT OUTSIDE!
LET ME BACK INSIDE!

OH NO! BIG ONE
HAS BEEN TRAPPED BY NEWSPAPER!
CAT TO THE RESCUE!

HUMANS ARE SO STRANGE.
MINE LIES STILL IN BED, THEN SCREAMS
MY CLAWS ARE NOT THAT SHARP.

CATS MEOW OUT OF ANGST
"THUMBS! IF ONLY WE HAD THUMBS!
W E COULD BREAK SO MUCH!"

THE BIG ONES SNORE NOW
EVERY ROOM IS DARK AND COLD
TIME FOR "CUP HOCKEY"

W E'RE ALMOST EQUALS
I PURR TO SHOW I LOVE YOU
W ANT TO SMELL MY BUTT?

        CAT HAIKU – ANON (BAGHEERA)


HAVE YOU EVER WATCHED KIDS ON A MERRY-GO-ROUND,
OR LISTENED TO RAIN SLAPPING DOWN?
EVER FOLLOWED A BUTTERFLY'S ERRATIC FLIGHT,
OR GAZED AT THE SUN INTO THE FADING NIGHT?
YOU BETTER SLOW DOWN, DON'T DANCE SO FAST,
TIME IS SHORT, THE MUSIC WON'T LAST.

DO YOU RUN THROUGH EACH DAY ON THE FLY,
WHEN YOU ASK, "HOW ARE YOU?",
DO YOU HEAR THE REPLY?
W HEN THE DAY IS DONE DO YOU LIE IN YOUR BED,
WITH THE NEXT HUNDRED CHORES,
RUNNING THROUGH YOUR HEAD?
YOU BETTER SLOW DOWN, DON'T DANCE SO FAST,
TIME IS SHORT, THE MUSIC WON'T LAST.

EVER TOLD YOUR CHILD, "W E'LL DO IT TOMORROW ,"



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AND IN YOUR HASTE, NOT SEEN HIS SORROW ?
EVER LOST TOUCH, LET A GOOD FRIENDSHIP DIE,
'CAUSE YOU NEVER HAD TIME TO CALL AND SAY "HI."
YOU BETTER SLOW DOWN, DON'T DANCE SO FAST,
TIME IS SHORT, THE MUSIC WON'T LAST.

W HEN YOU RUN SO FAST TO GET SOMEWHERE,
YOU MISS HALF THE FUN OF GETTING THERE.
W HEN YOU WORRY AND HURRY THROUGH YOUR DAY,
IT IS LIKE AN UNOPENED GIFT THROWN AWAY.
LIFE IS NOT A RACE, SO TAKE IT SLOWER,
HEAR THE MUSIC, BEFORE THE SONG IS OVER.

        DAVID L. WEATHERFORD, SLOW DANCE


TO W HOM IT MAY CONCERN:

I AM HEREBY OFFICIALLY TENDERING MY RESIGNATION AS AN ADULT.

I HAVE DECIDED I WOULD LIKE TO ACCEPT THE RESPONSIBILITIES OF A 6 YEAR OLD AGAIN. I WANT TO GO
TO MCDONALDS AND THINK THAT IT'S A FOUR-STAR RESTAURANT. I WANT TO SAIL STICKS ACROSS A
FRESH MUD PUDDLE AND MAKE RIPPLES WITH ROCKS. I WANT TO THINK M&M'S ARE BETTER THAN
MONEY, BECAUSE YOU CAN EAT THEM. I WANT TO PLAY KICKBALL DURING RECESS AND PAINT WITH
WATERCOLORS IN ART. I WANT TO LIE UNDER A BIG OAK TREE AND RUN A LEMONADE STAND WITH MY
FRIENDS ON A HOT SUMMERS DAY. I WANT TO RETURN TO A TIME WHEN LIFE WAS SIMPLE. W HEN ALL
YOU KNEW WERE COLORS, ADDITION TABLES AND SIMPLE NURSERY RHYMES, BUT THAT DIDN'T BOTHER
YOU, BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT YOU DIDN'T KNOW AND YOU DIDN'T CARE. W HEN ALL YOU KNEW
WAS TO BE HAPPY BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T KNOW ALL THE THINGS THAT SHOULD MAKE YOU WORRIED AND
UPSET. I WANT TO THINK THAT THE WORLD IS FAIR. THAT EVERYONE IN IT IS HONEST AND GOOD. I WANT
TO BELIEVE THAT ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE. SOMEWHERE IN MY YOUTH I MATURED AND I LEARNED TOO
MUCH. I LEARNED OF NUCLEAR WEAPONS, WAR, PREJUDICE, STARVATION AND ABUSED CHILDREN. I
LEARNED OF LIES, UNHAPPY MARRIAGES, SUFFERING, ILLNESS, PAIN AND DEATH. I LEARNED OF A WORLD
WHERE MEN LEFT THEIR FAMILIES TO GO AND FIGHT FOR OUR COUNTRY, AND RETURNED ONLY TO END UP
LIVING ON THE STREETS…BEGGING FOR THEIR NEXT MEAL. I LEARNED OF A WORLD WHERE CHILDREN
KNEW HOW TO KILL…AND DID! W HAT HAPPENED TO THE TIME WHEN WE THOUGHT THAT EVERYONE
WOULD LIVE FOREVER, BECAUSE WE DIDN'T GRASP THE CONCEPT OF DEATH? W HEN WE THOUGHT THE
WORST THING IN THE WORLD WAS IF SOMEONE TOOK THE JUMP ROPE FROM YOU OR PICKED YOU LAST
FOR KICKBALL? I WANT TO BE OBLIVIOUS TO THE COMPLEXITY OF LIFE AND BE OVERLY EXCITED BY
LITTLE THINGS ONCE AGAIN. I WANT TO RETURN TO THE DAYS WHEN READING WAS FUN AND MUSIC WAS
CLEAN. W HEN TELEVISION WAS USED TO REPORT THE NEWS OR FOR FAMILY ENTERTAINMENT AND NOT
TO PROMOTE SEX, VIOLENCE AND DECEIT.

I REMEMBER BEING NAIVE AND THINKING THAT EVERYONE WAS HAPPY BECAUSE I WAS. I WOULD WALK
ON THE BEACH AND ONLY THINK OF THE SAND BETWEEN MY TOES AND THE PRETTIEST SEASHELL I COULD
FIND. I WOULD SPEND MY AFTERNOONS CLIMBING TREES AND RIDING MY BIKE. I DIDN'T WORRY ABOUT
TIME, BILLS OR WHERE I WAS GOING TO FIND MONEY TO FIX MY CAR. I USED TO WONDER WHAT I WAS
GOING TO DO OR BE WHEN I GREW UP, NOT WORRY ABOUT WHAT I'LL DO IF THIS DOESN'T WORK OUT. I
WANT TO LIVE SIMPLE AGAIN. I DON'T WANT MY DAY TO CONSIST OF COMPUTER CRASHES, MOUNTAINS OF
PAPERWORK, DEPRESSING NEWS, HOW TO SURVIVE MORE DAYS IN THE MONTH THAN THERE IS MONEY IN
THE BANK, DOCTOR BILLS, GOSSIP, ILLNESS AND A LOSS OF LOVED ONES. I WANT TO BELIEVE IN THE
POWER OF SMILES, HUGS, A KIND WORD, TRUTH, JUSTICE, PEACE, DREAMS, THE IMAGINATION, MANKIND
AND MAKING ANGELS IN THE SNOW .

I WANT TO BE 6 AGAIN. I WANT TO BE A TID...



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        ME.



A GOOD FRIEND . . .

1. IN KINDERGARTEN YOUR IDEA OF A GOOD FRIEND WAS THE PERSON WHO LET YOU
HAVE THE RED CRAYON WHEN ALL THAT WAS LEFT WAS THE UGLY BLACK ONE.

2. IN FIRST GRADE YOUR IDEA OF A GOOD FRIEND WAS THE PERSON WHO WENT TO
THE BATHROOM WITH YOU AND HELD YOUR HAND AS YOU WALKED THROUGH THE SCARY
HALLS.

3. IN SECOND GRADE YOUR IDEA OF A GOOD FRIEND WAS THE PERSON WHO HELPED
YOU STAND UP TO THE CLASS BULLY.

4. IN THIRD GRADE YOUR IDEA OF A GOOD FRIEND WAS THE PERSON WHO SHARED
THEIR LUNCH WITH YOU WHEN YOU FORGOT YOURS ON THE BUS.

5. IN FOURTH GRADE YOUR IDEA OF A GOOD FRIEND WAS THE PERSON WHO WAS
WILLING TO SWITCH SQUARE DANCING PARTNERS IN GYM SO YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TO
BE STUCK DO-SI-DO-ING WITH NASTY NICKY OR SMELLY SUSAN.

6. IN FIFTH GRADE YOUR IDEA OF A FRIEND WAS THE PERSON WHO SAVED A SEAT
ON THE BACK OF THE BUS FOR YOU.

 7. IN SIXTH GRADE YOUR IDEA OF A FRIEND WAS THE PERSON WHO WENT UP TO
NICK OR SUSAN, YOUR NEW CRUSH, AND ASKED THEM TO DANCE WITH YOU, SO THAT
IF THEY SAID NO YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TO BE EMBARRASSED.

8. IN SEVENTH GRADE YOUR IDEA OF A FRIEND WAS THE PERSON WHO LET YOU COPY
THE SOCIAL STUDIES HOMEWORK FROM THE NIGHT BEFORE THAT YOU HAD.

9. IN EIGHTH GRADE YOUR IDEA OF A GOOD FRIEND WAS THE PERSON WHO HELPED
YOU PACK UP YOUR STUFFED ANIMALS AND OLD BASEBALL CARDS SO THAT YOUR ROOM
WOULD BE A "HIGH SCHOOLER'S" ROOM, BUT DIDN'T LAUGH AT YOU WHEN YOU
FINISHED AND BROKE OUT INTO TEARS.

10. IN NINTH GRADE YOUR IDEA OF A GOOD FRIEND WAS THE PERSON WHO WENT TO
THAT "COOL" PARTY THROWN BY A SENIOR SO YOU WOULDN'T WIND UP BEING THE
ONLY FRESHMAN THERE.

11. IN TENTH GRADE YOUR IDEA OF A GOOD FRIEND WAS THE PERSON WHO CHANGED
THEIR SCHEDULE SO YOU WOULD HAVE SOMEONE TO SIT WITH AT LUNCH.

12. IN ELEVENTH GRADE YOUR IDEA OF A GOOD FRIEND WAS THE PERSON WHO GAVE
YOU RIDES IN THEIR NEW CAR, CONVINCED YOUR PARENTS THAT YOU SHOULDN'T BE
GROUNDED, CONSOLED YOU WHEN YOU BROKE UP WITH NICK OR SUSAN, AND FOUND YOU
A DATE TO THE PROM.

13. IN TWELFTH GRADE YOUR IDEA OF A GOOD FRIEND WAS THE PERSON WHO HELPED
YOU PICK OUT A COLLEGE, ASSURED YOU THAT YOU WOULD GET INTO THAT COLLEGE,
HELPED YOU DEAL WITH YOUR PARENTS WHO WERE HAVING A HARD TIME ADJUSTING TO
THE IDEA OF LETTING YOU GO...




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14. AT GRADUATION YOUR IDEA OF A GOOD FRIEND WAS THE PERSON WHO WAS
CRYING ON THE INSIDE BUT MANAGED THE BIGGEST SMILE ONE COULD GIVE AS THEY
CONGRATULATED YOU.

15. THE SUMMER AFTER TWELFTH GRADE YOUR IDEA OF A GOOD FRIEND WAS THE
PERSON WHO HELPED YOU CLEAN UP THE BOTTLES FROM THAT PARTY, HELPED YOU
SNEAK OUT OF THE HOUSE WHEN YOU JUST COULDN'T DEAL WITH YOUR PARENTS,
ASSURED YOU THAT NOW THAT YOU AND NICK OR YOU AND SUSAN WERE BACK
TOGETHER, YOU COULD MAKE IT THROUGH ANYTHING, HELPED YOU PACK UP FOR
COLLEGE AND JUST SILENTLY HUGGED YOU AS YOU LOOKED THROUGH BLURRY EYES AT
18 YEARS OF MEMORIES YOU WERE LEAVING BEHIND, AND FINALLY ON THOSE LAST
DAYS OF CHILDHOOD, WENT OUT OF THEIR WAY TO COME OVER AND SEND YOU OFF
WITH A HUG, A LOT OF MEMORIES, REASSURANCE THAT YOU WOULD MAKE IT IN
COLLEGE AS WELL AS YOU HAD THESE PAST 18 YEARS, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY SENT
YOU OFF TO COLLEGE KNOWING YOU WERE LOVED.

 16. NOW , YOUR IDEA OF A GOOD FRIEND IS STILL THE PERSON WHO GIVES YOU THE
BETTER OF THE TWO CHOICES, HOLD YOUR HAND WHEN YOU'RE SCARED, HELPS YOU
FIGHT OFF THOSE WHO TRY TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU, THINKS OF YOU AT TIMES
WHEN YOU ARE NOT THERE, REMINDS YOU OF WHAT YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN, HELPS YOU
PUT THE PAST BEHIND YOU BUT UNDERSTANDS WHEN YOU NEED TO HOLD ON TO IT A
LITTLE LONGER, STAYS WITH YOU SO THAT YOU HAVE CONFIDENCE, GOES OUT OF
THEIR WAY TO MAKE TIME FOR YOU, HELPS YOU CLEAR UP YOUR MISTAKES, HELPS
YOU DEAL WITH PRESSURE FROM OTHERS, SMILES FOR YOU WHEN THEY ARE SAD,
HELPS YOU BECOME A BETTER PERSON, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY LOVES YOU!

PASS ON TO THOSE FRIENDS OF THE PAST, AND THOSE OF THE FUTURE...AND THOSE
YOU HAVE MET ALONG THE WAY...

THANK YOU FOR BEING A FRIEND.

NO MATTER WHERE WE GO OR WHO WE BECOME, NEVER FORGET WHO HELPED US GET
THERE.

THERE'S NEVER A WRONG TIME TO PICK UP A PHONE OR SEND A MESSAGE TELLING
YOUR FRIENDS HOW MUCH YOU MISS THEM OR HOW MUCH YOU LOVE THEM. YOU KNOW
WHO YOU ARE, PASS IT ON TO SOMEONE WHO YOU WANT TO REMIND.

       ANON


MANY PEOPLE WILL WALK IN AND OUT OF YOUR LIFE,
BUT ONLY TRUE FRIENDS WILL LEAVE FOOTPRINTS IN YOUR HEART.

TO HANDLE YOURSELF, USE YOUR HEAD;
TO HANDLE OTHERS, USE YOUR HEART.

ANGER IS ONLY ONE LETTER SHORT OF DANGER.

IF SOMEONE BETRAYS YOU ONCE, IT'S HIS FAULT;
IF HE BETRAYS YOU TWICE,
IT'S YOUR FAULT.

GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS;
AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS;



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SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE.

GOD GIVES EVERY BIRD ITS FOOD,
BUT HE DOES NOT THROW IT INTO ITS NEST.

HE WHO LOSES MONEY, LOSES MUCH;
HE WHO LOSES A FRIEND, LOSES MORE;
HE WHO LOSES FAITH, LOSES ALL.

BEAUTIFUL YOUNG PEOPLE ARE ACTS OF NATURE,
BUT BEAUTIFUL OLD PEOPLE
ARE WORKS OF ART.

LEARN FROM THE MISTAKES OF OTHERS.
YOU CAN'T LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO MAKE THEM ALL YOURSELF.

THE TONGUE WEIGHS PRACTICALLY NOTHING.
BUT SO FEW PEOPLE CAN HOLD IT.


FRIENDS, YOU AND ME....
YOU BROUGHT ANOTHER FRIEND...
AND THEN THERE WERE 3...
WE STARTED OUR GROUP...
OUR CIRCLE OF FRIENDS...
AND LIKE THAT CIRCLE...
THERE IS NO BEGINNING OR END..

        AN ANGEL


EVERYBODY KNOWS:
YOU CAN'T BE ALL THINGS TO ALL PEOPLE.
YOU CAN'T DO ALL THINGS AT ONCE.
YOU CAN'T DO ALL THINGS EQUALLY WELL.
YOU CAN'T DO ALL THINGS BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE.
YOUR HUMANITY IS SHOWING JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE'S.

SO:
YOU HAVE TO FIND OUT WHO YOU ARE, AND BE THAT.
YOU HAVE TO DECIDE WHAT COMES FIRST, AND DO THAT.
YOU HAVE TO DISCOVER YOUR STRENGTHS, AND USE THEM.
YOU HAVE TO LEARN NOT TO COMPETE WITH OTHERS,
BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE IS IN THE CONTEST OF BEING YOU.

THEN:
YOU WILL HAVE LEARNED TO ACCEPT YOUR OWN UNIQUENESS.
YOU WILL HAVE LEARNED TO SET PRIORITIES AND MAKE DECISIONS.
YOU WILL HAVE LEARNED TO LIVE WITH YOUR LIMITATIONS.
YOU WILL HAVE LEARNED TO GIVE YOURSELF THE RESPECT THAT IS DUE.
AND YOU'LL BE A MOST VITAL MORTAL.

DARE TO BELIEVE:
THAT YOU ARE A WONDERFUL, UNIQUE PERSON.
THAT YOU ARE A ONCE-IN-ALL-HISTORY EVENT.



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THAT IT'S MORE THAN A RIGHT, IT'S YOUR DUTY, TO BE WHO YOU ARE.
THAT LIFE IS NOT A PROBLEM TO SOLVE, BUT A GIFT TO CHERISH.
AND YOU'LL BE ABLE TO STAY ONE UP ON WHAT USED TO GET YOU DOWN.
--

       STEPS TO HAPPINESS, THE BRIDGE


I SEEM TO RECOGNIZE YOUR FACE
HAUNTING, FAMILIAR, YET I CAN'T SEEM TO PLACE IT
CANNOT FIND THE CANDLE OF THOUGHT TO LIGHT YOUR NAME
LIFETIMES ARE CATCHING UP WITH ME
ALL THESE CHANGES TAKING PLACE, I WISH I'D SEEN THE PLACE
BUT NO ONE'S EVER TAKEN ME
HEARTS AND THOUGHTS THEY FADE, FADE AWAY...

I SWEAR I RECOGNIZE YOUR BREATH
MEMORIES LIKE FINGERPRINTS ARE SLOWLY RAISING
ME, YOU WOULDN'T RECALL, FOR I'M NOT MY FORMER
IT'S HARD WHEN, YOUR STUCK UPON THE SHELF
I CHANGED BY NOT CHANGING AT ALL, SMALL TOWN PREDICTS MY FATE
PERHAPS THAT'S WHAT NO ONE WANTS TO SEE
I JUST WANT TO SCREAM...HELLO...
MY GOD ITS BEEN SO LONG, NEVER DREAMED YOU'D RETURN
BUT NOW HERE YOU ARE, AND HERE I AM
HEARTS AND THOUGHTS THEY FADE...AWAY...

HEARTS AND THOUGHTS THEY FADE, FADE AWAY...
HEARTS AND THOUGHTS THEY FADE...AWAY...
HEARTS AND THOUGHTS THEY FADE, FADE AWAY...
HEARTS AND THOUGHTS THEY FADE...

       PEARL JAM, ELDERLY WOMAN BEHIND THE COUNTER IN A SMALL TOWN


W HEN I WAS YOUNG, IT SEEMED THAT LIFE WAS SO WONDERFUL,
A MIRACLE, OH IT WAS BEAUTIFUL, MAGICAL.
AND ALL THE BIRDS IN THE TREES, WELL THEY'D BE SINGING SO HAPPILY,
JOYFULLY, PLAYFULLY WATCHING ME.
BUT THEN THEY SEND ME AWAY TO TEACH ME HOW TO BE SENSIBLE,
LOGICAL, RESPONSIBLE, PRACTICAL.
AND THEY SHOWED ME A WORLD WHERE I COULD BE SO DEPENDABLE,
CLINICAL, INTELLECTUAL, CYNICAL.

THERE ARE TIMES WHEN ALL THE WORLD'S ASLEEP,
THE QUESTIONS RUN TOO DEEP
FOR SUCH A SIMPLE MAN.
W ON'T YOU PLEASE, PLEASE TELL ME WHAT WE'VE LEARNED
I KNOW IT SOUNDS ABSURD
BUT PLEASE TELL ME WHO I AM.

NOW WATCH WHAT YOU SAY OR THEY'LL BE CALLING YOU A RADICAL,
LIBERAL, FANATICAL, CRIMINAL.
W ON'T YOU SIGN UP YOUR NAME, WE'D LIKE TO FEEL YOU'RE
ACCEPTABLE, RESPECTABLE, PRESENTABLE, A VEGETABLE!




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AT NIGHT, WHEN ALL THE WORLD'S ASLEEP,
THE QUESTIONS RUN SO DEEP
FOR SUCH A SIMPLE MAN.
W ON'T YOU PLEASE, PLEASE TELL ME WHAT WE'VE LEARNED
I KNOW IT SOUNDS ABSURD
BUT PLEASE TELL ME WHO I AM.

       SUPERTRAMP, THE LOGICAL SONG


THERE‘S AN OLD ANALOGY TO A CUP OF TEA. IF YOU WANT TO DRINK NEW TEA YOU MUST GET RID OF
THE OLD TEA THAT‘S IN YOUR CUP, OTHERWISE YOUR CUP JUST OVERFLOWS AND YOU GET A WET MESS.
YOUR HEAD IS LIKE THAT CUP. IT HAS A LIMITED CAPACITY AND IF YOU WANT TO LEARN SOMETHING
ABOUT THE WORLD YOU SHOULD KEEP YOUR HEAD EMPTY IN ORDER TO LEARN IT. IT‘S VERY EASY TO
SPEND YOUR WHOLE LIFE SWISHING OLD TEA AROUND IN YOUR CUP THINKING IT‘S GREAT STUFF
BECAUSE YOU‘VE NEVER REALLY TRIED ANYTHING NEW , BECAUSE YOU COULD NEVER GET IT IN, BECAUSE
THE OLD STUFF PREVENTED ITS ENTRY, BECAUSE YOU WERE SO SURE THE OLD STUFF WAS SO GOOD,
BECAUSE YOU NEVER REALLY TRIED ANYTHING NEW …ON AND ON IN AN ENDLESS CIRCULAR PATTERN.

       ROBERT PIRSIG , ZEN AND THE ART OF MOTORCYCLE MAINTENANCE


RESERVED AND DIGNIFIED…MOVES WITH A QUIET SENSE OF SELF-ASSURANCE. HE SPEAKS FLUENTLY,
BUT NEVER CARELESSLY. HE IS CAREFUL WITH THE SENSIBILITIES OF OTHERS AND IS KINDLY AND
GENEROUS. HE IS SLOW TO ANGER AND STRIVES TO SUPPRESS HIS FEELINGS, IF AGGRAVATED.
VIGOROUS ON THE HUNT, IN WAR HE PRIZES THE ACTIVE LIFE. TOWARDS ENEMIES HE FEELS NO
MERCIFUL COMPUNCTION, AND THE MORE AGGRESSIVE HE IS THE BETTER. HE IS WELL VERSED IN
RITUAL KNOWLEDGE. HE IS NEITHER FLIGHTY NOR DOUR. USUALLY QUIET, HE HAS A LIGHTLY DISPLAYED
SENSE OF HUMOR. HE IS SEXUALLY REPRESSED AND MASOCHISTIC BUT THAT MASOCHISM IS EXPRESSED
IN CULTURALLY APPROVED RITES. HE DOES NOT SHOW MUCH CREATIVE IMAGINATION IN ARTISTIC
EXPRESSIONS BUT HE HAS A FIRM GRIP ON REALITY. HE DEALS WITH THE PROBLEMS OF LIFE IN SET
WAYS WHILE AT THE SAME TIME SHOWING A NOTABLE CAPACITY TO READJUST TO NEW CIRCUMSTANCES.
HIS THINKING IS RATIONALISTIC TO A HIGH DEGREE AND YET COLORED WITH MYSTICISM. HIS EGO IS
STRONG AND NOT EASILY THREATENED. HIS SUPEREGO, AS MANIFEST IN THE STRONG SOCIAL
CONSCIENCE AND MASTERY OF HIS BASIC IMPULSES, IS POWERFUL AND DOMINATING. HE IS ―MATURE,‖
SERENE AND COMPOSED, SECURE IN HIS SOCIAL POSITION, CAPABLE OF WARM SOCIAL RELATIONS. HE
HAS POWERFUL ANXIETIES BUT THESE ARE CHANNELED INTO INSTITUTIONAL MODES OF COLLECTIVE
EXPRESSION WITH SATISFACTORY RESULTS. HE EXHIBITS FEW NEUROTIC TENDENCIES.

       E. A. HOEBEL, ANTHROPOLOGIST, ABOUT A CHEYENNE INDIAN MALE


I TOOK MY LOVE, I TOOK IT DOWN
CLIMBED A MOUNTAIN AND I TURNED AROUND
I SAW MY REFLECTION IN THE SNOW COVERED HILLS
'TILL THE LANDSLIDE BROUGHT ME DOWN

OH, MIRROR IN THE SKY
W HAT IS LOVE
CAN THE CHILD WITHIN MY HEART RISE ABOVE
CAN I SAIL THRU THE CHANGING OCEAN TIDES
CAN I HANDLE THE SEASONS OF MY LIFE

W ELL, I'VE BEEN AFRAID OF CHANGING



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'CAUSE I'VE BUILT MY LIFE AROUND YOU
BUT TIME MAKES YOU BOLDER
EVEN CHILDREN GET OLDER
AND I'M GETTING OLDER TOO

OH, TAKE MY LOVE, TAKE IT DOWN
CLIMB A MOUNTAIN AND TURN AROUND
IF YOU SEE MY REFLECTION IN THE SNOW COVERED HILLS
W ELL THE LANDSLIDE WILL BRING IT DOWN

IF YOU SEE MY REFLECTION IN THE SNOW COVERED HILLS
W ELL THE LANDSLIDE WILL BRING IT DOWN

       STEVIE NICKS, LANDSLIDE

A COLUMBINE STUDENT WROTE THIS.

THE PARADOX OF OUR TIME IN HISTORY IS THAT WE HAVE
TALLER BUILDINGS, BUT SHORTER TEMPERS;
WIDER FREEWAYS, BUT NARROWER VIEWPOINTS;
WE SPEND MORE, BUT HAVE LESS;
WE BUY MORE, BUT ENJOY IT LESS.

W E HAVE BIGGER HOUSES AND SMALLER FAMILIES;
MORE CONVENIENCES, BUT LESS TIME;
WE HAVE MORE DEGREES, BUT LESS SENSE;
MORE KNOWLEDGE, BUT LESS JUDGMENT;
MORE EXPERTS, BUT MORE PROBLEMS;
MORE MEDICINE, BUT LESS WELLNESS.

W E HAVE MULTIPLIED OUR POSSESSIONS, BUT REDUCED OUR VALUES.
W E TALK TOO MUCH, LOVE TOO SELDOM, AND HATE TOO OFTEN.
W E'VE LEARNED HOW TO MAKE A LIVING, BUT NOT A LIFE;
W E'VE ADDED YEARS TO LIFE, NOT LIFE TO YEARS.
W E'VE BEEN ALL THE WAY TO THE MOON AND BACK,
BUT HAVE TROUBLE CROSSING THE STREET TO MEET THE NEW NEIGHBOR.
W E'VE CONQUERED OUTER SPACE, BUT NOT INNER SPACE;

W E'VE CLEANED UP THE AIR, BUT POLLUTED THE SOUL;
W E'VE SPLIT THE ATOM, BUT NOT OUR PREJUDICE.
W E HAVE HIGHER INCOMES, BUT LOWER MORALS;
W E'VE BECOME LONG ON QUANTITY, BUT SHORT ON QUALITY.
THESE ARE THE TIMES OF TALL MEN, AND SHORT CHARACTER;
STEEP PROFITS, AND SHALLOW RELATIONSHIPS.

THESE ARE THE TIMES OF WORLD PEACE, BUT DOMESTIC WARFARE;
MORE LEISURE, BUT LESS FUN;
MORE KINDS OF FOOD, BUT LESS NUTRITION.
THESE ARE DAYS OF TWO INCOMES, BUT MORE DIVORCE;
OF FANCIER HOUSES, BUT BROKEN HOMES.

IT IS A TIME WHEN THERE IS MUCH IN THE SHOW WINDOW AND NOTHING IN THE STOCKROOM;
A TIME WHEN TECHNOLOGY CAN BRING THIS LETTER TO YOU,




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AND A TIME WHEN YOU CAN CHOOSE EITHER TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE,
OR JUST HIT DELETE.

       DR. BOB MOOREHEAD


THE STORY OF LIFE

SOMETIMES PEOPLE COME INTO YOUR LIFE AND YOU KNOW RIGHT AWAY THAT THEY WERE MEANT TO BE
THERE, TO SERVE SOME SORT OF PURPOSE, TEACH YOU A LESSON, OR TO HELP YOU FIGURE OUT WHO
YOU ARE OR WHO YOU WANT TO BECOME. YOU NEVER KNOW WHO THESE PEOPLE MAY BE (POSSIBLY
YOUR ROOMMATE, NEIGHBOR, COWORKER, LONG LOST FRIEND, LOVER, OR EVEN A COMPLETE
STRANGER) BUT WHEN YOU LOCK EYES WITH THEM, YOU KNOW AT THAT VERY MOMENT THAT THEY WILL
AFFECT OUR LIFE IN SOME PROFOUND WAY.

AND SOMETIMES THINGS HAPPEN TO YOU THAT MAY SEEM HORRIBLE, PAINFUL, AND UNFAIR AT FIRST,
BUT IN REFLECTION YOU FIND THAT WITHOUT OVERCOMING THOSE OBSTACLES YOU WOULD HAVE NEVER
REALIZED YOUR POTENTIAL, STRENGTH, WILLPOWER, OR HEART.

EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON. NOTHING HAPPENS BY CHANCE OR BY MEANS OF LUCK. ILLNESS,
INJURY, LOVE, LOST MOMENTS OF TRUE GREATNESS, AND SHEER STUPIDITY ALL OCCUR TO TEST THE
LIMITS OF YOUR SOUL. W ITHOUT THESE SMALL TESTS, WHATEVER THEY MAY BE, LIFE WOULD BE LIKE A
SMOOTHLY PAVED, STRAIGHT, FLAT ROAD TO NOWHERE. IT WOULD BE SAFE AND COMFORTABLE, BUT
DULL AND UTTERLY POINTLESS.

THE PEOPLE YOU MEET WHO AFFECT YOUR LIFE, AND THE SUCCESS AND DOWNFALLS YOU EXPERIENCE
HELP TO CREATE WHO YOU BECOME. EVEN THE BAD EXPERIENCES CAN BE LEARNED FROM. IN FACT,
THEY ARE PROBABLY THE MOST POIGNANT AND IMPORTANT ONES.

IF SOMEONE HURTS YOU, BETRAYS YOU, OR BREAKS YOUR HEART, FORGIVE THEM, FOR THEY HAVE
HELPED YOU LEARN ABOUT TRUST AND THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING CAUTIOUS WHEN YOU OPEN YOUR
HEART. IF SOMEONE LOVES YOU, LOVE THEM BACK UNCONDITIONALLY, NOT ONLY BECAUSE THEY LOVE
YOU, BUT BECAUSE IN A WAY, THEY ARE TEACHING YOU TO LOVE AND HOW TO OPEN YOUR HEART AND
EYES TO THINGS. MAKE EVERY DAY COUNT!!! APPRECIATE EVERY MOMENT AND TAKE FROM THOSE
MOMENTS EVERYTHING THAT YOU POSSIBLY CAN FOR YOU MAY NEVER BE ABLE TO EXPERIENCE IT AGAIN.
TALK TO PEOPLE THAT YOU HAVE NEVER TALKED TO BEFORE, AND ACTUALLY LISTEN.

LET YOURSELF FALL IN LOVE, BREAK FREE, AND SET YOUR SIGHTS HIGH. HOLD YOUR HEAD UP BECAUSE
YOU HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO. TELL YOURSELF YOU ARE A GREAT INDIVIDUAL AND BELIEVE IN YOURSELF,
FOR IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, IT WILL BE HARD FOR OTHERS TO BELIEVE IN YOU. YOU CAN
MAKE OF YOUR LIFE ANYTHING YOU WISH. CREATE YOUR OWN LIFE THEN GO OUT AND LIVE IT WITH
ABSOLUTELY NO REGRETS.

MOST IMPORTANTLY!!!

IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE TELL HIM OR HER, FOR YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT TOMORROW
MAY HAVE IN STORE!!!

       ANON


FIELDS ARE WHITE IN SNOWY SPRING
AND I CAN'T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I'VE SEEN HER.
THE HIGHWAY IS STILL COLD AND WET
AND I CAN'T FORGET THE WAY I HAD TO LEAVE HER.



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AND EVERY PASSING DAY,
SHE FLICKERS AND SHE FADES.
IS SOMEONE TO CATCH HER WHEN SHE FALLS FROM THE HEAVENS?

CHORUS:
AND I'LL LOVE HER YET,
THOUGH SHE HAS DONE ME WRONG.
AND I'LL BRING HER BACK,
THOUGH SHE HAS BEEN LONG GONE.
AND I'LL ALWAYS BE HER BROKEN HEARTED SAVIOR.

AND EVERY HEAVY NIGHT
TAKES OUT THE LITTLE LIFE THAT'S LEFT WITHIN HER.
EVERY MAN SHE GIVES HER LOVE, HE TAKES IT,
AND LEAVES HER WITH A DINNER.
OUR LOVE WAS ONCE A FLAME,
NOW I'M JUST A FORGOTTEN NAME,
AM I THE ONLY ONE TO BLAME FOR HAVING, LOVING HER?

CHORUS:
AND I'LL LOVE HER YET,
THOUGH SHE HAS DONE ME WRONG.
AND I'LL BRING HER BACK,
THOUGH SHE HAS BEEN LONG GONE.
AND I'LL ALWAYS BE HER BROKEN HEARTED SAVIOR.

       BIG HEAD TODD AND THE MONSTER , BROKEN HEARTED SAVIOR


TRIED TO SAVE MYSELF BUT MYSELF KEEPS SLIPPING AWAY

TALKING TO MYSELF ALL THE WAY TO THE STATION
PICTURES IN MY HEAD OF THE FINAL DESTINATION
ALL LINED UP (ALL THE ONES THAT AREN'T ALLOWED TO STAY)
TRIED TO SAVE MYSELF BUT MYSELF KEEPS SLIPPING AWAY

TRIED TO SAVE A PLACE FROM THE CUTS AND THE SCRATCHES
TRIED TO OVERCOME THE COMPLICATIONS AND THE CATCHES
NOTHING EVER GROWS AND THE SUN DOESN'T SHINE ALL DAY
TRIED TO SAVE MYSELF BUT MYSELF KEEPS SLIPPING AWAY

TRIED TO SAVE MYSELF BUT MYSELF KEEPS SLIPPING AWAY

       TRENT REZNOR , INTO THE VOID


I NEVER THOUGHT I'D DIE ALONE
I LAUGHED THE LOUDEST WHO'D HAVE KNOWN
I TRACED THE CORD BACK TO THE WALL
NO WONDER IT WAS NEVER PLUGGED IN AT ALL
I TOOK MY TIME, I HURRIED UP
THE CHOICE WAS MINE, I DIDN'T THINK ENOUGH
I'M TOO DEPRESSED TO GO ON
YOU'LL BE SORRY WHEN I'M GONE



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC43                     MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                     JUST STUFF

I NEVER CONQUERED, RARELY CAME
16 JUST HELD SUCH BETTER DAYS
DAYS WHEN I STILL FELT ALIVE
W E COULDN'T WAIT TO GET OUTSIDE
THE WORLD WAS WIDE, TOO LATE TO TRY
THE TOUR WAS OVER I'D SURVIVED
I COULDN'T WAIT TILL I GOT HOME
TO PASS THE TIME IN MY ROOM ALONE
I NEVER THOUGHT I'D DIE ALONE
ANOTHER SIX MONTHS I'LL BE UNKNOWN
GIVE ALL MY THINGS TO ALL MY FRIENDS
YOU'LL NEVER SET FOOT IN MY ROOM AGAIN
YOU'LL CLOSE IT OFF, BOARD IT UP
REMEMBER THE TIME THAT I SPILLED THE CUP
OF APPLE JUICE IN THE HALL
PLEASE TELL MOM THIS IS NOT HER FAULT
I NEVER CONQUERED, RARELY CAME
BUT TOMORROW HOLDS SUCH BETTER DAYS
DAYS WHEN I CAN STILL FEEL ALIVE
W HEN I CAN'T WAIT TO GET OUTSIDE
THE WORLD IS WIDE, THE TIME GOES BY
THE TOUR IS OVER, I'VE SURVIVED
I CAN'T WAIT TILL I GET HOME
TO PASS THE TIME IN MY ROOM ALONE

       BLINK182, ADAM'S SONG


YOU WILL RECEIVE A BODY. YOU MAY LIKE IT OR HATE IT, BUT IT'S YOURS TO KEEP THE ENTIRE PERIOD.
YOU WILL LEARN LESSONS. YOU ARE ENROLLED FULL TIME IN AN INFORMAL SCHOOL CALLED LIFE.
THERE ARE NO MISTAKES, ONLY LESSONS. GROWTH IS A PROCESS OF TRIAL AND ERROR, AND
EXPERIMENTATION. THE FAILED EXPERIMENTS ARE AS MUCH A PART OF THE PROCESS AS THE
EXPERIMENTS THAT ULTIMATELY WORK.
LESSONS ARE REPEATED UNTIL THEY ARE LEARNED. A LESSON WILL BE PRESENTED TO YOU IN VARIOUS
FORMS UNTIL YOU'VE LEARNED IT. W HEN YOU HAVE LEARNED IT, YOU CAN GO ON TO THE NEXT LESSON.
LEARNING LESSONS DO NOT END. THERE IS NO PART OF LIFE THAT DOES NOT CONTAIN IT'S LESSONS. IF
YOU ARE ALIVE, THAT MEANS THERE ARE STILL LESSONS TO BE LEARNED.
THERE IS NO BETTER PLACE THAN "HERE". W HEN YOUR "THERE" HAS BECOME A "HERE", YOU WILL
SIMPLY OBTAIN ANOTHER "THERE" THAT WILL AGAIN LOOK BETTER THAN "HERE".
OTHER PEOPLE ARE MERELY MIRRORS OF YOU. YOU CANNOT LOVE OR HATE SOMETHING ABOUT
ANOTHER PERSON UNLESS IT REFLECTS TO YOU SOMETHING YOU LOVE OR HATE ABOUT YOURSELF.
W HAT YOU MAKE OF YOUR LIFE IS UP TO YOU. YOU HAVE ALL THE TOOLS AND RESOURCES YOU NEED.
W HAT YOU DO WITH THEM IS UP TO YOU. THE CHOICE IS YOURS.
THE ANSWERS TO YOUR LIFE'S QUESTIONS LIE WITHIN YOU, ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS LISTEN AND TRUST.
YOU WILL FORGET ALL OF THIS.

       CHERIE CARTER-SCOTT, 10 RULES OF BEING HUMAN


READ, EVERY DAY, SOMETHING NO ONE ELSE IS READING. THINK, EVERY DAY, SOMETHING NO ONE ELSE
IS THINKING. DO, EVERY DAY, SOMETHING NO ONE ELSE WOULD BE SILLY ENOUGH TO DO. IT IS BAD FOR
THE MIND TO CONTINUALLY BE PART OF UNANIMITY.

       CHRISTOPHER MORLEY




69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC44                           MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
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IF YOU THINK WHAT YOU'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT THEN YOU'LL FEEL WHAT YOU'VE ALWAYS FELT.
IF YOU FEEL WHAT YOU'VE ALWAYS FELT THEN YOU'LL DO WHAT YOU'VE ALWAYS DONE.
IF YOU DO WHAT YOU'VE ALWAYS DONE THEN YOU'LL GET WHAT YOU'VE ALWAYS GOTTEN.
IF YOU GET WHAT YOU'VE ALWAYS GOTTEN THEN YOU'LL THINK WHAT YOU'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT.

       SOCRATES


THAT'S GREAT, IT STARTS WITH AN EARTHQUAKE, BIRDS AND
SNAKES, AN AEROPLANE AND LENNY BRUCE IS NOT AFRAID.
EYE OF A HURRICANE, LISTEN TO YOURSELF CHURN - WORLD
SERVES ITS OWN NEEDS, DUMMY SERVE YOUR OWN NEEDS. FEED
IT OFF AN AUX SPEAK, GRUNT, NO, STRENGTH, LADDER
START TO CLATTER WITH FEAR FIGHT DOWN HEIGHT. W IRE
IN A FIRE, REPRESENTING SEVEN GAMES, A GOVERNMENT
FOR HIRE AND A COMBAT SITE. LEFT OF WEST AND COMING IN
A HURRY WITH THE FURIES BREATHING DOWN YOUR NECK. TEAM
BY TEAM REPORTERS BAFFLED, TRUMPED, TETHERED CROPPED.
LOOK AT THAT LOW PLAYING! FINE, THEN. UH OH,
OVERFLOW , POPULATION, COMMON FOOD, BUT IT'LL DO. SAVE
YOURSELF, SERVE YOURSELF. W ORLD SERVES ITS OWN NEEDS,
LISTEN TO YOUR HEART BLEED DUMMY WITH THE RAPTURE AND
THE REVERED AND THE RIGHT, RIGHT. YOU VITRIOLIC,
PATRIOTIC, SLAM, FIGHT, BRIGHT LIGHT, FEELING PRETTY
PSYCHED.

IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT.
IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT.
IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT AND I FEEL FINE.

SIX O'CLOCK - TV HOUR. DON'T GET CAUGHT IN FOREIGN
TOWERS. SLASH AND BURN, RETURN, LISTEN TO YOURSELF
CHURN. LOCKING IN, UNIFORMING, BOOK BURNING, BLOOD
LETTING. EVERY MOTIVE ESCALATE. AUTOMOTIVE INCINERATE.
LIGHT A CANDLE, LIGHT A VOTIVE. STEP DOWN, STEP DOWN.
W ATCH YOUR HEEL CRUSH, CRUSHED, UH-OH, THIS MEANS NO
FEAR CAVALIER. RENEGADE STEER CLEAR! A TOURNAMENT,
TOURNAMENT, A TOURNAMENT OF LIES. OFFER ME SOLUTIONS,
OFFER ME ALTERNATIVES AND I DECLINE.

IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT.
IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT.
IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT AND I FEEL FINE.

THE OTHER NIGHT I DREAMT OF KNIVES, CONTINENTAL
DRIFT DIVIDE. MOUNTAINS SIT IN A LINE, LEONARD
BERNSTEIN. LEONID BREZHNEV, LENNY BRUCE AND LESTER
BANGS. BIRTHDAY PARTY, CHEESECAKE, JELLY BEAN, BOOM! YOU
SYMBIOTIC, PATRIOTIC, SLAM BOOK NECK, RIGHT? RIGHT.

IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT.
IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT.
IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT AND I FEEL
FINE...FINE...




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(IT'S TIME I HAD SOME TIME ALONE)

        R.E.M., IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT (AND I FEEL FINE)


A LONG DECEMBER AND THERE'S REASON TO BELIEVE
MAYBE THIS YEAR WILL BE BETTER THAN THE LAST
I CAN'T REMEMBER THE LAST THING THAT YOU SAID AS YOU WERE LEAVIN'
NOW THE DAYS GO BY SO FAST
AND IT'S ONE MORE DAY UP IN THE CANYON
AND IT'S ONE MORE NIGHT IN HOLLYWOOD
IF YOU THINK THAT I COULD BE FORGIVEN...I WISH YOU WOULD

THE SMELL OF HOSPITALS IN WINTER
AND THE FEELING THAT IT'S ALL A LOT OF OYSTERS, BUT NO PEARLS
ALL AT ONCE YOU LOOK ACROSS A CROWDED ROOM
TO SEE THE WAY THE WAY THAT LIGHT ATTACHES TO A GIRL
AND IT'S ONE MORE DAY UP IN THE CANYONS
AND IT'S ONE MORE NIGHT IN HOLLYWOOD
IF YOU THINK YOU MIGHT COME TO CALIFORNIA...I THINK YOU SHOULD

DROVE UP TO HILLSIDE MANOR SOMETIME AFTER TWO A.M.
AND TALKED A LITTLE WHILE ABOUT THE YEAR
I GUESS THE WINTER MAKES YOU LAUGH A LITTLE SLOWER,
MAKES YOU TALK A LITTLE LOWER ABOUT THE THINGS YOU COULD NOT SHOW HER

AND IT'S BEEN A LONG DECEMBER AND THERE'S REASON TO BELIEVE
MAYBE THIS YEAR WILL BE BETTER THAN THE LAST
I CAN'T REMEMBER ALL THE TIMES I TRIED TO TELL MY MYSELF
TO HOLD ON TO THESE MOMENTS AS THEY PASS

AND IT'S ONE MORE DAY UP IN THE CANYON
AND IT'S ONE MORE NIGHT IN HOLLYWOOD

IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE SEEN THE OCEAN...I GUESS I SHOULD

        COUNTING CROWS, A LONG DECEMBER


I HURT MYSELF TODAY
TO SEE IF I STILL FEEL
I FOCUS ON THE PAIN
THE ONLY THING THAT'S REAL

THE NEEDLE TEARS A HOLE
THE OLD FAMILIAR STING
TRY TO KILL IT ALL AWAY
BUT I REMEMBER EVERYTHING

W HAT HAVE I BECOME?
MY SWEETEST FRIEND
EVERYONE I KNOW
GOES AWAY IN THE END




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YOU COULD HAVE IT ALL
MY EMPIRE OF DIRT
I WILL LET YOU DOWN
I WILL MAKE YOU HURT

I WEAR MY CROWN OF SHIT
ON MY LIAR'S CHAIR
FULL OF BROKEN THOUGHTS
I CANNOT REPAIR

BENEATH THE STAIN OF TIME
THE FEELING DISAPPEARS
YOU ARE SOMEONE ELSE
I AM STILL RIGHT HERE

W HAT HAVE I BECOME?
MY SWEETEST FRIEND
EVERYONE I KNOW
GOES AWAY IN THE END

YOU COULD HAVE IT ALL
MY EMPIRE OF DIRT
I WILL LET YOU DOWN
I WILL MAKE YOU HURT

IF I COULD START AGAIN
A MILLION MILES AWAY
I WOULD KEEP MYSELF
I WOULD FIND A WAY

       NINE INCH NAILS , HURT


YOU POUR THE WINE IN THE WIND
FEEL THE TIDE MOVING IN
BUTTERFLIES IN MY SOUL
SET THE BOAT A-SAIL ON THE BLACKEST OCEAN
YOU HOLD THE MOON AND HAND ME GOLD

AND I'LL LAY IT ALL DOWN FOR YOU
TO LOVE YOU
ALL YOU ARE IS PART OF ME TOO
I WILL HOLD ON ALL NIGHT
I'LL GIVE MORE THAN MY LIFE FOR YOU
TO LOVE YOU

W E WILL FLY OVER LAKES AND MOUNTAINS
SLEEP IN VALLEYS OF SUN
GO DIVING FOR BLACK PEARLS
W ARM MY HANDS WHEN WE COME IN FROM A SNOWFALL
I CAN'T WAIT TO SHARE WITH YOU
A THOUSAND CORNERS OF THE WORLD

AND I'LL LAY IT ALL DOWN FOR YOU
TO LOVE YOU



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ALL YOU ARE IS PART OF ME TOO
I WILL HOLD ON ALL NIGHT
I'LL GIVE MORE THAN MY LIFE FOR YOU

DON'T KNOW HOW I DIDN'T SEE YOU
MUST HAVE HELD YOU SAFE SOMEHOW
I SAW YOU THERE BESIDE ME
BUT WE'LL WALK TOGETHER NOW

I'LL LAY IT ALL DOWN FOR YOU
TO LOVE YOU
ALL YOU ARE IS PART OF ME TOO
I WILL HOLD ON ALL NIGHT
I'LL GIVE MORE THAN MY LIFE
I WILL LAY IT ALL DOWN FOR YOU
TO LOVE YOU

ALL YOU ARE IS PART OF ME TOO
I WILL RISK
I WILL FIGHT FOR YOU
I'LL GIVE MORE THAN MY LIFE FOR YOU
TO LOVE YOU
TO LOVE YOU

I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU

       EMILY RICHARDS, TO LOVE YOU


BRUTUS:
NO, CASSIUS, NO: THINK NOT, THOU NOBLE ROMAN,
THAT EVER BRUTUS WILL GO BOUND TO ROME;
HE BEARS TOO GREAT A MIND. BUT THIS SAME DAY
MUST END THAT WORK THE IDES OF MARCH BEGUN;
AND WHETHER WE SHALL MEET AGAIN I KNOW NOT.
THEREFORE OUR EVERLASTING FAREWELL TAKE:
FOR EVER, AND FOR EVER, FAREWELL, CASSIUS!
IF WE DO MEET AGAIN, WHY, WE SHALL SMILE;
IF NOT, WHY THEN, THIS PARTING WAS WELL MADE.

CASSIUS:
FOR EVER, AND FOR EVER, FAREWELL, BRUTUS!
IF WE DO MEET AGAIN, WE'LL SMILE INDEED;
IF NOT, 'TIS TRUE THIS PARTING WAS WELL MADE.

       WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, JULIUS CAESAR


NOW THAT SHE'S BACK IN THE ATMOSPHERE
W ITH DROPS OF JUPITER IN HER HAIR, HEY, HEY
SHE ACTS LIKE SUMMER AND WALKS LIKE RAIN
REMINDS ME THAT THERE'S TIME TO CHANGE, HEY, HEY
SINCE THE RETURN FROM HER STAY ON THE MOON
SHE LISTENS LIKE SPRING AND SHE TALKS LIKE JUNE, HEY, HEY



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC48                  MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
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TELL ME DID YOU SAIL ACROSS THE SUN
DID YOU MAKE IT TO THE MILKY W AY TO SEE THE LIGHTS ALL FADED
AND THAT HEAVEN IS OVERRATED

TELL ME, DID YOU FALL FOR A SHOOTING STAR
ONE WITHOUT A PERMANENT SCAR
AND DID YOU MISS ME WHILE YOU WERE LOOKING AT YOURSELF OUT THERE

NOW THAT SHE'S BACK FROM THAT SOUL VACATION
TRACING HER WAY THROUGH THE CONSTELLATION, HEY, HEY
SHE CHECKS OUT MOZART WHILE SHE DOES TAE-BO
REMINDS ME THAT THERE'S TIME TO GROW , HEY, HEY

NOW THAT SHE'S BACK IN THE ATMOSPHERE
I'M AFRAID THAT SHE MIGHT THINK OF ME AS PLAIN OL' JANE
TOLD A STORY ABOUT A MAN WHO IS TOO AFRAID TO FLY SO HE NEVER DID LAND

TELL ME DID THE WIND SWEEP YOU OFF YOUR FEET
DID YOU FINALLY GET THE CHANCE TO DANCE ALONG THE LIGHT OF DAY
AND HEAD BACK TO THE MILKY W AY
AND TELL ME, DID VENUS BLOW YOUR MIND
W AS IT EVERYTHING YOU WANTED TO FIND
AND DID YOU MISS ME WHILE YOU WERE LOOKING FOR YOURSELF OUT THERE

CAN YOU IMAGINE NO LOVE, PRIDE, DEEP-FRIED CHICKEN
YOUR BEST FRIEND ALWAYS STICKING UP FOR YOU EVEN WHEN I KNOW YOU'RE WRONG
CAN YOU IMAGINE NO FIRST DANCE, FREEZE DRIED ROMANCE FIVE-HOUR PHONE CONVERSATION
THE BEST SOY LATTE THAT YOU EVER HAD . . . AND ME

TELL ME DID THE WIND SWEEP YOU OFF YOUR FEET
DID YOU FINALLY GET THE CHANCE TO DANCE ALONG THE LIGHT OF DAY
AND HEAD BACK TOWARD THE MILKY W AY

       TRAIN, DROPS OF JUPITER


ONCE UPON A MIDNIGHT DREARY, WHILE I PONDERED, WEAK AND WEARY,
OVER MANY A QUAINT AND CURIOUS VOLUME OF FORGOTTEN LORE,
W HILE I NODDED, NEARLY NAPPING, SUDDENLY THERE CAME A TAPPING,
AS OF SOME ONE GENTLY RAPPING, RAPPING AT MY CHAMBER DOOR.
"'TIS SOME VISITOR," I MUTTERED, "TAPPING AT MY CHAMBER DOOR —
 ONLY THIS, AND NOTHING MORE."

AH, DISTINCTLY I REMEMBER IT WAS IN THE BLEAK DECEMBER,
AND EACH SEPARATE DYING EMBER WROUGHT ITS GHOST UPON THE FLOOR.
EAGERLY I WISHED THE MORROW ; — VAINLY I HAD TRIED TO BORROW
FROM MY BOOKS SURCEASE OF SORROW — SORROW FOR THE LOST LENORE —
FOR THE RARE AND RADIANT MAIDEN WHOM THE ANGELS NAME LENORE —
NAMELESS HERE FOR EVERMORE.

AND THE SILKEN SAD UNCERTAIN RUSTLING OF EACH PURPLE CURTAIN
THRILLED ME — FILLED ME WITH FANTASTIC TERRORS NEVER FELT BEFORE;
SO THAT NOW , TO STILL THE BEATING OF MY HEART, I STOOD REPEATING
"'TIS SOME VISITOR ENTREATING ENTRANCE AT MY CHAMBER DOOR —



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SOME LATE VISITOR ENTREATING ENTRANCE AT MY CHAMBER DOOR; —
THIS IT IS, AND NOTHING MORE."

PRESENTLY MY SOUL GREW STRONGER; HESITATING THEN NO LONGER,
"SIR," SAID I, "OR MADAM, TRULY YOUR FORGIVENESS I IMPLORE;
BUT THE FACT IS I WAS NAPPING, AND SO GENTLY YOU CAME RAPPING,
AND SO FAINTLY YOU CAME TAPPING, TAPPING AT MY CHAMBER DOOR,
THAT I SCARCE WAS SURE I HEARD YOU " — HERE I OPENED WIDE THE DOOR; —
 DARKNESS THERE AND NOTHING MORE.

DEEP INTO THAT DARKNESS PEERING, LONG I STOOD THERE WONDERING, FEARING,
DOUBTING, DREAMING DREAMS NO MORTAL EVER DARED TO DREAM BEFORE;
BUT THE SILENCE WAS UNBROKEN, AND THE DARKNESS GAVE NO TOKEN,
AND THE ONLY WORD THERE SPOKEN WAS THE WHISPERED WORD, "LENORE!"
THIS I WHISPERED, AND AN ECHO MURMURED BACK THE WORD, "LENORE!" —
MERELY THIS, AND NOTHING MORE.

THEN INTO THE CHAMBER TURNING, ALL MY SOUL WITHIN ME BURNING,
SOON I HEARD AGAIN A TAPPING SOMEWHAT LOUDER THAN BEFORE.
"SURELY," SAID I, "SURELY THAT IS SOMETHING AT MY WINDOW LATTICE;
LET ME SEE, THEN, WHAT THEREAT IS, AND THIS MYSTERY EXPLORE —
LET MY HEART BE STILL A MOMENT AND THIS MYSTERY EXPLORE;—
 'TIS THE WIND AND NOTHING MORE!"

OPEN HERE I FLUNG THE SHUTTER, WHEN, WITH MANY A FLIRT AND FLUTTER,
IN THERE STEPPED A STATELY RAVEN OF THE SAINTLY DAYS OF YORE;
NOT THE LEAST OBEISANCE MADE HE; NOT AN INSTANT STOPPED OR STAYED HE;
BUT, WITH MIEN OF LORD OR LADY, PERCHED ABOVE MY CHAMBER DOOR —
PERCHED UPON A BUST OF PALLAS JUST ABOVE MY CHAMBER DOOR —
 PERCHED, AND SAT, AND NOTHING MORE.

THEN THIS EBONY BIRD BEGUILING MY SAD FANCY INTO SMILING,
BY THE GRAVE AND STERN DECORUM OF THE COUNTENANCE IT WORE,
"THOUGH THY CREST BE SHORN AND SHAVEN, THOU," I SAID, "ART SURE NO CRAVEN,
GHASTLY GRIM AND ANCIENT RAVEN WANDERING FROM THE NIGHTLY SHORE —
TELL ME WHAT THY LORDLY NAME IS ON THE NIGHT'S PLUTONIAN SHORE!"
 QUOTH THE RAVEN "NEVERMORE."

MUCH I MARVELLED THIS UNGAINLY FOWL TO HEAR DISCOURSE SO PLAINLY,
THOUGH ITS ANSWER LITTLE MEANING — LITTLE RELEVANCY BORE;
FOR WE CANNOT HELP AGREEING THAT NO SUBLUNARY BEING
EVER YET WAS BLESSED WITH SEEING BIRD ABOVE HIS CHAMBER DOOR —
BIRD OR BEAST UPON THE SCULPTURED BUST ABOVE HIS CHAMBER DOOR,
W ITH SUCH NAME AS "NEVERMORE."

BUT THE RAVEN, SITTING LONELY ON THE PLACID BUST, SPOKE ONLY
THAT ONE WORD, AS IF HIS SOUL IN THAT ONE WORD HE DID OUTPOUR.
NOTHING FURTHER THEN HE UTTERED — NOT A FEATHER THEN HE FLUTTERED —
TILL I SCARCELY MORE THAN MUTTERED "OTHER FRIENDS HAVE FLOWN BEFORE —
ON THE MORROW HE WILL LEAVE ME, AS MY HOPES HAVE FLOWN BEFORE."
QUOTH THE RAVEN "NEVERMORE."

W ONDERING AT THE STILLNESS BROKEN BY REPLY SO APTLY SPOKEN,
"DOUBTLESS," SAID I, "WHAT IT UTTERS IS ITS ONLY STOCK AND STORE
CAUGHT FROM SOME UNHAPPY MASTER WHOM UNMERCIFUL DISASTER



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FOLLOWED FAST AND FOLLOWED FASTER SO WHEN HOPE HE WOULD ADJURE —
STERN DESPAIR RETURNED, INSTEAD OF THE SWEET HOPE HE DARED ADJURE —
THAT SAD ANSWER, "NEVER — NEVERMORE."

BUT THE RAVEN STILL BEGUILING ALL MY SAD SOUL INTO SMILING,
STRAIGHT I WHEELED A CUSHIONED SEAT IN FRONT OF BIRD, AND BUST AND DOOR;
THEN, UPON THE VELVET SINKING, I BETOOK MYSELF TO LINKING
FANCY UNTO FANCY, THINKING WHAT THIS OMINOUS BIRD OF YORE —
W HAT THIS GRIM, UNGAINLY, GHASTLY, GAUNT AND OMINOUS BIRD OF YORE
MEANT IN CROAKING "NEVERMORE."

THIS I SAT ENGAGED IN GUESSING, BUT NO SYLLABLE EXPRESSING
TO THE FOWL WHOSE FIERY EYES NOW BURNED INTO MY BOSOM'S CORE;
THIS AND MORE I SAT DIVINING, WITH MY HEAD AT EASE RECLINING
ON THE CUSHION'S VELVET LINING THAT THE LAMP-LIGHT GLOATED O'ER,
BUT WHOSE VELVET VIOLET LINING WITH THE LAMP-LIGHT GLOATING O'ER,
SHE SHALL PRESS, AH, NEVERMORE!

THEN, METHOUGHT, THE AIR GREW DENSER, PERFUMED FROM AN UNSEEN CENSER
SWUNG BY ANGELS WHOSE FAINT FOOT-FALLS TINKLED ON THE TUFTED FLOOR.
"W RETCH," I CRIED, "THY GOD HATH LENT THEE — BY THESE ANGELS HE HATH SENT THEE
RESPITE — RESPITE AND NEPENTHE, FROM THY MEMORIES OF LENORE;
LET ME QUAFF THIS KIND NEPENTHE AND FORGET THIS LOST LENORE!"
 QUOTH THE RAVEN "NEVERMORE."

"PROPHET!" SAID I, "THING OF EVIL! — PROPHET STILL, IF BIRD OR DEVIL! —
W HETHER TEMPTER SENT, OR WHETHER TEMPEST TOSSED THEE HERE ASHORE,
DESOLATE YET ALL UNDAUNTED, ON THIS DESERT LAND ENCHANTED —
ON THIS HOME BY HORROR HAUNTED — TELL ME TRULY, I IMPLORE —
IS THERE — IS THERE BALM IN GILEAD? — TELL ME — TELL ME, I IMPLORE!"
 QUOTH THE RAVEN "NEVERMORE."

"PROPHET!" SAID I, "THING OF EVIL — PROPHET STILL, IF BIRD OR DEVIL!
BY THAT HEAVEN THAT BENDS ABOVE US — BY THAT GOD WE BOTH ADORE —
TELL THIS SOUL WITH SORROW LADEN IF, WITHIN THE DISTANT AIDENN,
IT SHALL CLASP A SAINTED MAIDEN WHOM THE ANGELS NAME LENORE —
CLASP A RARE AND RADIANT MAIDEN WHOM THE ANGELS NAME LENORE."
 QUOTH THE RAVEN "NEVERMORE."

"BE THAT WORD OUR SIGN IN PARTING, BIRD OR FIEND!" I SHRIEKED, UPSTARTING —
"GET THEE BACK INTO THE TEMPEST AND THE NIGHT'S PLUTONIAN SHORE!
LEAVE NO BLACK PLUME AS A TOKEN OF THAT LIE THY SOUL HATH SPOKEN!
LEAVE MY LONELINESS UNBROKEN! — QUIT THE BUST ABOVE MY DOOR!
TAKE THY BEAK FROM OUT MY HEART, AND TAKE THY FORM FROM OFF MY DOOR!"
 QUOTH THE RAVEN "NEVERMORE."

AND THE RAVEN, NEVER FLITTING, STILL IS SITTING, STILL IS SITTING
ON THE PALLID BUST OF PALLAS JUST ABOVE MY CHAMBER DOOR;
AND HIS EYES HAVE ALL THE SEEMING OF A DEMON THAT IS DREAMING,
AND THE LAMP-LIGHT O'ER HIM STREAMING THROWS HIS SHADOW ON THE FLOOR;
AND MY SOUL FROM OUT THAT SHADOW THAT LIES FLOATING ON THE FLOOR
SHALL BE LIFTED — NEVERMORE!

       EDGAR ALLEN POE, THE RAVEN




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MOMMA ALWAYS TOLD ME NOT TO LOOK INTO THE EYE'S OF THE SUN.
BUT MOMMA, THAT'S WHERE THE FUN IS...

        MANFRED MANN, BLINDED BY THE LIGHT


EVERY MAN SHOULD...
BE A BAT BOY;
A BUS BOY;
SHOULD WEAR A SHIRT HE HATES BECAUSE IT'S A GIFT;
SHOULD DRIVE TOO FAST;
SHOULD PAY;
DO IT AGAIN ANYWAY;
SHOULD WATCH THE SUN RISE;
EARLY AND LATE;
SHOULD WIN AT CHESS;
USE THE WRONG NAME AT THE WRONG TIME;
BE ALONE IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY;
BE POOR;
SHOULD HAVE FORGOTTEN TO ZIP;
BEEN REMINDED;
BY A STRANGER;
A WOMAN;
SHOULD INVESTIGATE A STRANGE NOISE
IN A DARK HOUSE;
SHOULD VOTE;
CRY;
NOT LET TIME PASS HIM BY;
KNOW THAT STYLE IS ANYTHING YOU WANT TO BE;
AND SO IS LOVE;

        ANON, B-DAY CARD


I WENT TO THE WOODS BECAUSE I WISHED TO LIVE DELIBERATELY, TO FRONT ONLY THE ESSENTIAL
FACTS OF LIFE, AND SEE IF I COULD NOT LEARN WHAT IT HAD TO TEACH, AND NOT, WHEN I CAME TO DIE,
DISCOVER THAT I HAD NOT LIVED. I DID NOT WISH TO LIVE WHAT WAS NOT LIFE, LIVING IS SO DEAR; NOR
DID I WISH TO PRACTICE RESIGNATION, UNLESS IT WAS QUITE NECESSARY. I WANTED TO LIVE DEEP AND
SUCK OUT ALL THE MARROW OF LIFE, TO LIVE SO STURDILY AND SPARTAN-LIKE AS TO PUT TO ROUT ALL
THAT WAS NOT LIFE, TO CUT A BROAD SWATH AND SHAVE CLOSE, TO DRIVE LIFE INTO A CORNER, AND
REDUCE IT TO ITS LOWEST TERMS, AND, IF IT PROVED TO BE MEAN, WHY THEN TO GET THE WHOLE AND
GENUINE MEANNESS OF IT, AND PUBLISH ITS MEANNESS TO THE WORLD; OR IF IT WERE SUBLIME, TO
KNOW IT BY EXPERIENCE, AND BE ABLE TO GIVE A TRUE ACCOUNT OF IT IN MY NEXT EXCURSION.

        THOREAU, WALDEN; OR, LIFE IN THE WOODS, WHERE I LIVED, WHAT I LIVED FOR


BEFORE YOU SLIP INTO UNCONSCIOUSNESS
I'D LIKE TO HAVE ANOTHER KISS
ANOTHER FLASHING CHANCE AT BLISS
ANOTHER KISS, ANOTHER KISS

THE DAYS ARE BRIGHT AND FILLED WITH PAIN
ENCLOSE ME IN YOUR GENTLE RAIN



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THE TIME YOU RAN WAS TOO INSANE
W E'LL MEET AGAIN, WE'LL MEET AGAIN

OH TELL ME WHERE YOUR FREEDOM LIES
THE STREETS ARE FIELDS THAT NEVER DIE
DELIVER ME FROM REASONS WHY
YOU'D RATHER CRY, I'D RATHER FLY

THE CRYSTAL SHIP IS BEING FILLED
A THOUSAND GIRLS, A THOUSAND THRILLS
A MILLION WAYS TO SPEND YOUR TIME
W HEN WE GET BACK, I'LL DROP A LINE

       THE DOORS, CRYSTAL SHIP


A TIME COMES IN YOUR LIFE WHEN YOU FINALLY GET IT... W HEN IN THE MIDST OF ALL YOUR FEARS AND
INSANITY YOU STOP DEAD IN YOUR TRACKS AND SOMEWHERE THE VOICE INSIDE YOUR HEAD CRIES OUT -
ENOUGH! ENOUGH FIGHTING AND CRYING OR STRUGGLING TO HOLD ON. AND, LIKE A CHILD QUIETING
DOWN AFTER A BLIND TANTRUM, YOUR SOBS BEGIN TO SUBSIDE, YOU SHUDDER ONCE OR TWICE, YOU
BLINK BACK YOUR TEARS AND THROUGH A MANTLE OF WET LASHES YOU BEGIN TO LOOK AT THE WORLD
THROUGH NEW EYES. THIS IS YOUR AWAKENING. YOU REALIZE THAT IT'S TIME TO STOP HOPING AND
WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO CHANGE OR FOR HAPPINESS, SAFETY AND SECURITY TO COME GALLOPING
OVER THE NEXT HORIZON. YOU COME TO TERMS WITH THE FACT THAT YOU ARE NOT PRINCE CHARMING
AND SHE IS NOT CINDERELLA, AND THAT IN THE REAL WORLD THERE AREN'T ALWAYS FAIRYTALE ENDINGS
(OR BEGINNINGS FOR THAT MATTER) AND THAT ANY GUARANTEE OF "HAPPILY EVER AFTER" MUST BEGIN
WITH YOU. AND IN THE PROCESS, A SENSE OF SERENITY IS BORN OF ACCEPTANCE. YOU AWAKEN TO
THE FACT THAT YOU ARE NOT PERFECT AND THAT NOT EVERYONE WILL ALWAYS LOVE, APPRECIATE OR
APPROVE OF WHO OR WHAT YOU ARE... AND THAT'S OK. AND YOU LEARN THE IMPORTANCE OF LOVING
AND CHAMPIONING YOURSELF AND IN THE PROCESS A SENSE OF NEWFOUND CONFIDENCE IS BORN OF
SELF-APPROVAL. YOU STOP BITCHING AND BLAMING OTHER PEOPLE FOR THE THINGS THEY DID TO YOU
(OR DIDN'T DO FOR YOU) AND YOU LEARN THAT THE ONLY THING YOU CAN REALLY COUNT ON IS THE
UNEXPECTED. YOU LEARN THAT PEOPLE DON'T ALWAYS SAY WHAT THEY MEAN OR MEAN WHAT THEY SAY
AND THAT NOT EVERYONE WILL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU AND THAT IT'S NOT ALWAYS ABOUT YOU. SO,
YOU LEARN TO STAND ON YOUR OWN AND TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF AND IN THE PROCESS A SENSE OF
SAFETY & SECURITY IS BORN OF SELF-RELIANCE. YOU STOP JUDGING AND POINTING FINGERS AND YOU
BEGIN TO ACCEPT PEOPLE AS THEY ARE AND TO OVERLOOK THEIR SHORTCOMINGS AND HUMAN
FRAILTIES AND IN THE PROCESS A SENSE OF PEACE & CONTENTMENT IS BORN OF FORGIVENESS. YOU
REALIZE THAT MUCH OF THE WAY YOU VIEW YOURSELF, AND THE WORLD AROUND YOU, IS AS A RESULT
OF ALL THE MESSAGES AND OPINIONS THAT HAVE BEEN INGRAINED INTO YOUR PSYCHE. AND YOU BEGIN
TO SIFT THROUGH ALL THE CRAP YOU'VE BEEN FED ABOUT HOW YOU SHOULD BEHAVE, HOW YOU SHOULD
LOOK, HOW MUCH YOU SHOULD WEIGH, WHAT YOU SHOULD WEAR AND WHERE YOU SHOULD SHOP, WHAT
YOU SHOULD DRIVE, HOW AND WHERE YOU SHOULD LIVE AND WHAT YOU SHOULD DO FOR A LIVING, WHO
YOU SHOULD SLEEP WITH, WHO YOU SHOULD MARRY AND WHAT YOU SHOULD EXPECT OF A MARRIAGE,
THE IMPORTANCE OF HAVING AND RAISING CHILDREN OR WHAT YOU OWE YOUR PARENTS. YOU LEARN TO
OPEN UP TO NEW WORLDS AND DIFFERENT POINTS OF VIEW . AND YOU BEGIN REASSESSING AND
REDEFINING WHO YOU ARE, WHAT YOU REALLY STAND FOR. YOU LEARN THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN
WANTING AND NEEDING AND YOU BEGIN TO DISCARD THE DOCTRINES AND VALUES YOU'VE OUTGROWN,
OR SHOULD NEVER HAVE BOUGHT INTO TO BEGIN WITH…AND IN THE PROCESS YOU LEARN TO GO WITH
YOUR INSTINCTS. YOU LEARN THAT IT IS TRULY IN GIVING THAT WE RECEIVE AND THAT THERE IS POWER
AND GLORY IN CREATING AND CONTRIBUTING. YOU STOP MANEUVERING THROUGH LIFE MERELY AS A
"CONSUMER" LOOKING FOR YOUR NEXT FIX. YOUR LEARN THAT PRINCIPLES SUCH AS HONESTY AND
INTEGRITY ARE NOT THE OUTDATED IDEALS OF A BY GONE ERA, BUT THE MORTAR THAT HOLDS
TOGETHER THE FOUNDATION UPON WHICH YOU MUST BUILD A LIFE. YOU LEARN THAT YOU DON'T KNOW
EVERYTHING, IT'S NOT YOUR JOB TO SAVE THE WORLD AND THAT YOU CAN'T TEACH A PIG TO SING. YOU




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LEARN TO DISTINGUISH BETWEEN GUILT AND RESPONSIBILITY, AND THE IMPORTANCE OF SETTING
BOUNDARIES AND LEARNING TO SAY NO. YOU LEARN THAT THE ONLY CROSS TO BEAR IS THE ONE YOU
CHOOSE TO CARRY AND THAT MARTYRS GET BURNED AT THE STAKE. THEN YOU LEARN ABOUT LOVE -
ROMANTIC LOVE AND FAMILIAL LOVE. HOW TO LOVE, HOW MUCH TO GIVE IN LOVE, WHEN TO STOP GIVING
AND WHEN TO WALK AWAY. YOU LEARN NOT TO PROJECT YOUR NEEDS OR YOUR FEELINGS ONTO A
RELATIONSHIP. YOU LEARN THAT YOU WILL NOT BE MORE BEAUTIFUL, MORE INTELLIGENT, MORE
LOVABLE OR IMPORTANT BECAUSE OF THE WOMAN ON YOUR ARM OR THE CHILD THAT BEARS YOUR
NAME. YOU LEARN TO LOOK AT RELATIONSHIPS AS THEY REALLY ARE AND NOT AS YOU WOULD HAVE
THEM BE. YOU STOP TRYING TO CONTROL PEOPLE, SITUATIONS AND OUTCOMES. YOU LEARN THAT, JUST
AS PEOPLE GROW AND CHANGE, SO IT IS WITH LOVE…AND YOU LEARN THAT YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT
TO DEMAND LOVE ON YOUR TERMS JUST TO MAKE YOU HAPPY…AND YOU LEARN THAT ALONE DOES NOT
MEAN LONELY. YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND COME TO TERMS WITH THE FACT THAT YOU WILL NEVER
BE A PERFECT 10 AND YOU STOP TRYING TO COMPETE WITH THE IMAGE INSIDE YOUR HEAD AND
AGONIZING OVER HOW YOU "STACK UP." YOU ALSO STOP WORKING SO HARD AT PUTTING YOUR FEELINGS
ASIDE, SMOOTHING THINGS OVER AND IGNORING YOUR NEEDS. YOU LEARN THAT FEELINGS OF
ENTITLEMENT ARE PERFECTLY OK…AND THAT IT IS YOUR RIGHT TO WANT THINGS AND TO ASK FOR THE
THINGS THAT YOU WANT...AND THAT SOMETIMES IT IS NECESSARY TO MAKE DEMANDS. YOU COME TO
THE REALIZATION THAT YOU DESERVE TO BE TREATED WITH LOVE, KINDNESS, SENSITIVITY AND RESPECT
AND YOU WON'T SETTLE FOR LESS. YOU ALLOW ONLY THE HANDS OF A LOVER WHO CHERISHES YOU TO
GLORIFY YOU WITH HER TOUCH... AND IN THE PROCESS YOU INTERNALIZE THE MEANING OF SELF-
RESPECT. YOU LEARN THAT YOUR BODY REALLY IS YOUR TEMPLE, AND YOU BEGIN TO CARE FOR IT AND
TREAT IT WITH RESPECT. YOU BEGIN EATING A BALANCED DIET, DRINKING MORE WATER AND TAKING
MORE TIME TO EXERCISE. YOU LEARN THAT FATIGUE DIMINISHES THE SPIRIT AND CAN CREATE DOUBT
AND FEAR, SO YOU TAKE MORE TIME TO REST. AND, JUST AS FOOD FUELS THE BODY, LAUGHTER FUELS
OUR SOUL, SO YOU TAKE MORE TIME TO LAUGH AND TO PLAY. YOU LEARN THAT, FOR THE MOST PART, IN
LIFE YOU GET WHAT YOU BELIEVE YOU DESERVE... AND THAT MUCH OF LIFE TRULY IS A SELF-FULFILLING
PROPHECY. YOU LEARN THAT ANYTHING WORTH ACHIEVING IS WORTH WORKING FOR AND THAT WISHING
FOR SOMETHING TO HAPPEN IS DIFFERENT FROM WORKING TOWARD MAKING IT HAPPEN. MORE
IMPORTANTLY, YOU LEARN THAT IN ORDER TO ACHIEVE SUCCESS YOU NEED DIRECTION, DISCIPLINE AND
PERSEVERANCE. YOU ALSO LEARN THAT NO ONE CAN DO IT ALL ALONE AND THAT IT'S OK TO RISK
ASKING FOR HELP. YOU LEARN THAT THE ONLY THING YOU MUST TRULY FEAR IS THE GREAT ROBBER
BARON OF ALL TIME - FEAR ITSELF. YOU LEARN TO STEP RIGHT INTO AND THROUGH YOUR FEARS
BECAUSE YOU KNOW THAT WHATEVER HAPPENS YOU CAN HANDLE IT, AND TO GIVE IN TO FEAR IS TO GIVE
AWAY THE RIGHT TO LIVE LIFE ON YOUR TERMS. AND YOU LEARN TO FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE AND NOT TO
SQUANDER IT LIVING UNDER A CLOUD OF IMPENDING DOOM. YOU LEARN THAT LIFE ISN'T ALWAYS FAIR,
YOU DON'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU THINK YOU DESERVE AND SOMETIMES BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO
UNSUSPECTING, GOOD PEOPLE. ON THESE OCCASIONS, YOU LEARN NOT TO PERSONALIZE THINGS. YOU
LEARN THAT GOD ISN'T PUNISHING YOU OR FAILING TO ANSWER YOUR PRAYERS. IT'S JUST LIFE
HAPPENING. AND YOU LEARN TO DEAL WITH EVIL IN ITS MOST PRIMAL STATE - THE EGO. YOU LEARN THAT
NEGATIVE FEELINGS SUCH AS ANGER, ENVY AND RESENTMENT MUST BE UNDERSTOOD AND REDIRECTED
OR THEY WILL SUFFOCATE THE LIFE OUT OF YOU AND POISON THE UNIVERSE THAT SURROUNDS YOU.
YOU LEARN TO ADMIT WHEN YOU ARE WRONG AND TO BUILDING BRIDGES INSTEAD OF WALLS. YOU
LEARN TO BE THANKFUL AND TO TAKE COMFORT IN MANY OF THE SIMPLE THINGS WE TAKE FOR GRANTED,
THINGS THAT MILLIONS OF PEOPLE UPON THE EARTH CAN ONLY DREAM ABOUT…A FULL REFRIGERATOR,
CLEAN RUNNING WATER, A SOFT WARM BED, A LONG HOT SHOWER. SLOWLY, YOU BEGIN TO TAKE
RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOURSELF BY YOURSELF, AND TO MAKE YOURSELF A PROMISE TO NEVER BETRAY
YOURSELF AND TO NEVER EVER SETTLE FOR LESS THAN YOUR HEART'S DESIRE. AND YOU HANG A WIND
CHIME OUTSIDE YOUR WINDOW SO YOU CAN LISTEN TO THE WIND. AND YOU MAKE IT A POINT TO KEEP
SMILING, TO KEEP TRUSTING AND TO STAY OPEN TO EVERY WONDERFUL POSSIBILITY. FINALLY, WITH
COURAGE IN YOUR HEART AND GOD BY YOUR SIDE, YOU TAKE A STAND. YOU TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND
YOU BEGIN TO DESIGN THE LIFE THAT YOU WANT TO LIVE AS BEST AS YOU CAN.

       KATE CHOPIN, THE AWAKENING




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THERE ARE MOMENTS IN LIFE WHEN YOU MISS SOMEONE SO MUCH THAT YOU WANT TO PICK THEM FROM
YOUR DREAMS AND HUG THEM. DREAM WHAT YOU WANT TO DREAM; GO WHERE YOU WANT TO GO; BE
WHAT YOU WANT TO BE, BECAUSE YOU HAVE ONLY ONE LIFE AND ONE CHANCE TO DO ALL THE THINGS
YOU WANT TO DO. MAY YOU HAVE ENOUGH HAPPINESS TO MAKE YOU SWEET, ENOUGH TRIALS TO MAKE
YOU STRONG, ENOUGH SORROW TO KEEP YOU HUMAN, ENOUGH HOPE TO MAKE YOU HAPPY. ALWAYS
PUT YOURSELF IN OTHERS' SHOES. IF YOU FEEL THAT IT HURTS YOU, IT PROBABLY HURTS THE OTHER
PERSON, TOO. THE HAPPIEST OF PEOPLE DON'T NECESSARILY HAVE THE BEST OF EVERYTHING; THEY
JUST MAKE THE MOST OF EVERYTHING THAT COMES ALONG THEIR WAY. HAPPINESS LIVES FOR THOSE
WHO CRY, THOSE WHO HURT, THOSE WHO HAVE SEARCHED, AND THOSE WHO TRIED, FOR ONLY THEY
CAN APPRECIATE THE IMPORTANCE OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE TOUCHED THEIR LIVES. LOVE BEGINS WITH A
SMILE, GROWS WITH A KISS AND ENDS WITH A TEAR. THE BRIGHTEST FUTURE WILL ALWAYS BE BASED ON
A FORGIVEN PAST, YOU CAN'T GO ON WELL IN LIFE UNTIL YOU LET GO OF YOUR PAST FAILURES AND
HEARTACHES. W HEN YOU WERE BORN, YOU WERE CRYING AND EVERYONE AROUND YOU WAS SMILING.
LIVE YOUR LIFE SO THAT WHEN YOU DIE, YOU'RE THE ONE WHO IS SMILING AND EVERYONE AROUND YOU
IS CRYING...

       MOMENTS IN LIFE, ANON


MOTHER, DO YOU THINK THEY'LL DROP THE BOMB?
MOTHER, DO YOU THINK THEY'LL LIKE THIS SONG?
MOTHER, DO YOU THINK THEY'LL TRY TO BREAK MY BALLS?
OOOOOWAA MOTHER, SHOULD I BUILD A WALL?

MOTHER, SHOULD I RUN FOR PRESIDENT?
MOTHER, SHOULD I TRUST THE GOVERNMENT?
MOTHER, WILL THEY PUT ME IN THE FIRING LINE?
IS IT JUST A WASTE OF TIME?

HUSH, MY BABY. BABY, DON'T YOU CRY.
MOMMA'S GONNA MAKE ALL OF YOUR NIGHTMARES COME TRUE.
MOMMA'S GONNA PUT ALL OF HER FEARS INTO YOU.
MOMMA'S GONNA KEEP YOU RIGHT HERE UNDER HER WING.
SHE WON'T LET YOU FLY, BUT SHE MIGHT LET YOU SING.
MOMMA'S GONNA KEEP BABY COZY AND WARM.
BABY.
BABY.
BABY, OF COURSE MOMMA'S GONNA HELP BUILD A WALL.

MOTHER, DO YOU THINK SHE'S GOOD ENOUGH,
FOR ME?
MOTHER, DO YOU THINK SHE'S DANGEROUS,
TO ME?
MOTHER WILL SHE TEAR YOUR LITTLE BOY APART?
MOTHER, WILL SHE BREAK MY HEART?

HUSH, MY BABY. BABY, DON'T YOU CRY.
MOMMA'S GONNA CHECK OUT ALL YOUR GIRLFRIENDS FOR YOU.
MOMMA WON'T LET ANYONE DIRTY GET THROUGH.
MOMMA'S GONNA WAIT UP UNTIL YOU GET IN.
MOMMA WILL ALWAYS FIND OUT WHERE YOU'VE BEEN.
MOMMA'S GONNA KEEP BABY HEALTHY AND CLEAN.
BABY.
BABY.
BABY, YOU'LL ALWAYS BE BABY TO ME.



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MOTHER, DID IT NEED TO BE SO HIGH?

        PINK FLOYD, MOTHER


I SPENT A DAY BY THE RIVER
IT WAS QUIET AND THE WIND STOOD STILL
I SPENT SOME TIME WITH NATURE
TO REMIND ME OF ALL THAT'S REAL
IT'S FUNNY HOW SILENCE SPEAKS SOMETIMES WHEN YOU'RE ALONE
AND REMEMBER THAT YOU FEEL

AGAIN I STAND AGAINST THE FACELESS MAN

NOW I SAW A FACE ON THE WATER
IT LOOKED HUMBLE BUT WILLING TO FIGHT
I SAW THE WILL OF A WARRIOR
HIS YOKE IS EASY AND HIS BURDEN IS LIGHT
HE LOOKED ME RIGHT IN THE EYES
DIRECT AND CONCISE TO REMIND ME
TO ALWAYS DO WHAT'S RIGHT

AGAIN I STAND AGAINST THE FACELESS MAN

'CAUSE IF THE FACE INSIDE CAN'T SEE THE LIGHT
I KNOW I'LL HAVE TO WALK ALONE
AND IF I WALK ALONE TO THE OTHER SIDE
I KNOW I MIGHT NOT MAKE IT HOME

AGAIN I STAND AGAINST THE FACELESS MAN

NEXT TIME I SEE THIS FACE
I'LL SAY I CHOOSE TO LIVE FOR ALWAYS
SO WON'T YOU COME INSIDE
AND NEVER GO AWAY

        CREED, FACELESS MAN


I GUESS I COULD BE PRETTY PISSED OFF ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO ME...
BUT IT'S HARD TO STAY MAD, WHEN THERE'S SO MUCH BEAUTY IN THE WORLD.
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE I'M SEEING IT ALL AT ONCE, AND IT'S TOO MUCH…
MY HEART FILLS UP LIKE A BALLOON THAT'S ABOUT TO BURST...

...AND THEN I REMEMBER TO RELAX, AND STOP TRYING TO HOLD ON TO IT,
AND THEN IT FLOWS THROUGH ME LIKE RAIN AND I CAN'T FEEL ANYTHING BUT
GRATITUDE FOR EVERY SINGLE MOMENT OF MY STUPID LITTLE LIFE...

YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT, I'M SURE. BUT DON'T WORRY...

FADE TO BLACK.

...YOU WILL SOMEDAY.




69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC56                             MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                     JUST STUFF

       LESTER BURNHAM, AMERICAN BEAUTY


ONCE MORE UNTO THE BREACH, DEAR FRIENDS, ONCE MORE;
OR CLOSE THE WALL UP WITH OUR ENGLISH DEAD.
IN PEACE THERE'S NOTHING SO BECOMES A MAN
AS MODEST STILLNESS AND HUMILITY:
BUT WHEN THE BLAST OF WAR BLOWS IN OUR EARS,
THEN IMITATE THE ACTION OF THE TIGER;
STIFFEN THE SINEWS, SUMMON UP THE BLOOD,
DISGUISE FAIR NATURE WITH HARD-FAVOUR'D RAGE;
THEN LEND THE EYE A TERRIBLE ASPECT;
LET PRY THROUGH THE PORTAGE OF THE HEAD
LIKE THE BRASS CANNON; LET THE BROW O'ERWHELM IT
AS FEARFULLY AS DOTH A GALLED ROCK
O'ERHANG AND JUTTY HIS CONFOUNDED BASE,
SWILL'D WITH THE WILD AND WASTEFUL OCEAN.
NOW SET THE TEETH AND STRETCH THE NOSTRIL WIDE,
HOLD HARD THE BREATH AND BEND UP EVERY SPIRIT
TO HIS FULL HEIGHT. ON, ON, YOU NOBLEST ENGLISH.
W HOSE BLOOD IS FET FROM FATHERS OF WAR-PROOF!
FATHERS THAT, LIKE SO MANY ALEXANDERS,
HAVE IN THESE PARTS FROM MORN TILL EVEN FOUGHT
AND SHEATHED THEIR SWORDS FOR LACK OF ARGUMENT:
DISHONOUR NOT YOUR MOTHERS; NOW ATTEST
THAT THOSE WHOM YOU CALL'D FATHERS DID BEGET YOU.
BE COPY NOW TO MEN OF GROSSER BLOOD,
AND TEACH THEM HOW TO WAR. AND YOU, GOOD YEOMAN,
W HOSE LIMBS WERE MADE IN ENGLAND, SHOW US HERE
THE METTLE OF YOUR PASTURE; LET US SWEAR
THAT YOU ARE WORTH YOUR BREEDING; WHICH I DOUBT NOT;
FOR THERE IS NONE OF YOU SO MEAN AND BASE,
THAT HATH NOT NOBLE LUSTRE IN YOUR EYES.
I SEE YOU STAND LIKE GREYHOUNDS IN THE SLIPS,
STRAINING UPON THE START. THE GAME'S AFOOT:
FOLLOW YOUR SPIRIT, AND UPON THIS CHARGE
CRY 'GOD FOR HARRY, ENGLAND, AND SAINT GEORGE!'

       WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, KING HENRY V


SPEAK TO ME IN A LANGUAGE I CAN HEAR
HUMOR ME BEFORE I HAVE TO GO
DEEP IN THOUGHT I FORGIVE EVERYONE
AS THE CLUTTERED STREETS GREET ME ONCE AGAIN
I KNOW I CAN'T BE LATE, SUPPER'S WAITING ON THE TABLE
TOMORROW 'S JUST AN EXCUSE AWAY
SO I PULL MY COLLAR UP AND FACE THE COLD, ON MY OWN
THE EARTH LAUGHS BENEATH MY HEAVY FEET
AT THE BLASPHEMY IN MY OLD JANGLY WALK
STEEPLE GUIDE ME TO MY HEART AND HOME
THE SUN IS OUT AND UP AND DOWN AGAIN
I KNOW I'LL MAKE IT, LOVE CAN LAST FOREVER
GRACEFUL SWANS OF NEVER TOPPLE TO THE EARTH
AND YOU CAN MAKE IT LAST, FOREVER YOU



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC57              MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                     JUST STUFF

YOU CAN MAKE IT LAST, FOREVER YOU
AND FOR A MOMENT I LOSE MYSELF
W RAPPED UP IN THE PLEASURES OF THE WORLD
I'VE JOURNEYED HERE AND THERE AND BACK AGAIN
BUT IN THE SAME OLD HAUNTS I STILL FIND MY FRIENDS
MYSTERIES NOT READY TO REVEAL
SYMPATHIES I'M READY TO RETURN
I'LL MAKE THE EFFORT, LOVE CAN LAST FOREVER
GRACEFUL SWANS OF NEVER TOPPLE TO THE EARTH
TOMORROW 'S JUST AN EXCUSE
AND YOU CAN MAKE IT LAST, FOREVER YOU
YOU CAN MAKE IT LAST, FOREVER YOU

       SMASHING PUMPKINS, THIRTY-THREE


THERE'S A PASSAGE I GOT MEMORIZED. EZEKIEL 25:17.

"THE PATH OF THE RIGHTEOUS MAN IS BESET ON ALL SIDES BY THE INEQUITIES OF THE SELFISH AND THE
TYRANNY OF EVIL MEN. BLESSED IS HE WHO, IN THE NAME OF CHARITY AND GOOD WILL, SHEPHERDS THE
WEAK THROUGH THE VALLEY OF THE DARKNESS. FOR HE IS TRULY HIS BROTHER'S KEEPER AND THE
FINDER OF LOST CHILDREN. AND I WILL STRIKE DOWN UPON THEE WITH GREAT VENGEANCE AND
FURIOUS ANGER THOSE WHO ATTEMPT TO POISON AND DESTROY MY BROTHERS. AND YOU WILL KNOW I
AM THE LORD WHEN I LAY MY VENGEANCE UPON YOU."

I BEEN SAYIN' THAT SHIT FOR YEARS. AND IF YOU EVER HEARD IT, IT MEANT YOUR ASS. I NEVER REALLY
QUESTIONED WHAT IT MEANT. I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A COLD-BLOODED THING TO SAY TO A
MOTHERFUCKER 'FORE YOU POPPED A CAP IN HIS ASS. BUT I SAW SOME SHIT THIS MORNIN' MADE ME
THINK TWICE. NOW I'M THINKIN', IT COULD MEAN YOU'RE THE EVIL MAN. AND I'M THE RIGHTEOUS MAN.
AND MR. .45 HERE, HE'S THE SHEPHERD PROTECTING MY RIGHTEOUS ASS IN THE VALLEY OF DARKNESS.
OR IT COULD BE YOU'RE THE RIGHTEOUS MAN AND I'M THE SHEPHERD AND IT'S THE WORLD THAT'S EVIL
AND SELFISH. I'D LIKE THAT. BUT THAT SHIT AIN'T THE TRUTH. THE TRUTH IS YOU'RE THE WEAK. AND
I'M THE TYRANNY OF EVIL MEN. BUT I'M TRYIN'. I'M TRYIN' REAL HARD TO BE A SHEPHERD.

       JULES, PULP FICTION


        I SEE IN FIGHT CLUB THE STRONGEST AND
        SMARTEST MEN WHO HAVE EVER LIVED --
        AN ENTIRE GENERATION PUMPING GAS AND
        WAITING TABLES; OR THEY'RE SLAVES
        WITH WHITE COLLARS.
        ADVERTISEMENTS HAVE THEM CHASING CARS
        AND CLOTHES, WORKING JOBS THEY HATE
        SO THEY CAN BUY SHIT THEY DON'T NEED.
        W E ARE THE MIDDLE CHILDREN OF
        HISTORY, WITH NO PURPOSE OR PLACE.
        W E HAVE NO GREAT WAR, OR GREAT
        DEPRESSION. THE GREAT WAR IS A
        SPIRITUAL WAR. THE GREAT DEPRESSION
        IS OUR LIVES. W E WERE RAISED BY
        TELEVISION TO BELIEVE THAT WE'D BE
        MILLIONAIRES AND MOVIE GODS AND ROCK
        STARS -- BUT WE WON'T. AND WE'RE
        LEARNING THAT FACT. AND WE'RE VERY,




69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC58                           MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                     JUST STUFF

        VERY PISSED-OFF.

        W E ARE THE QUIET YOUNG MEN WHO LISTEN
        UNTIL IT'S TIME TO DECIDE.

       TYLER DIRDEN, FIGHT CLUB


THE MAN IN ME WILL DO NEARLY ANY TASK,
AND AS FOR COMPENSATION, THERE'S LITTLE HE WOULD ASK.
TAKE A WOMAN LIKE YOU
TO GET THROUGH TO THE MAN IN ME.

STORM CLOUDS ARE RAGING ALL AROUND MY DOOR,
I THINK TO MYSELF I MIGHT NOT TAKE IT ANY MORE.
TAKE A WOMAN LIKE YOUR KIND
TO FIND THE MAN IN ME.

BUT, OH, WHAT A WONDERFUL FEELING
JUST TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE NEAR,
SETS MY A HEART A-REELING
FROM MY TOES UP TO MY EARS.

THE MAN IN ME WILL HIDE SOMETIMES TO KEEP FROM BEIN' SEEN,
BUT THAT'S JUST BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT TO TURN INTO SOME MACHINE.
TOOK A WOMAN LIKE YOU
TO GET THROUGH TO THE MAN IN ME.

       BOB DYALN, THE BIG LEBOWSKI


THERE ARE TWO PRIMARY CHOICES IN LIFE: TO ACCEPT CONDITIONS AS THEY EXIST, OR TO ACCEPT THE
RESPONSIBILITY FOR CHANGING THEM.

       DR. DENIS WIATLEY


I THINK A LOT ABOUT THOSE SIX MINUTES W / SHUTE...
THE TIME I SPENT W / CARLA THAT SEASON...
KUCH HAD IT RIGHT, IT WAS A VISION QUEST.
BUT ALL I EVER SETTLED FOR WAS THAT WE WERE BORN TO LIVE AND THEN TO DIE...
AND WE GOT TO DO IT ALONE, EACH IS HIS OWN WAY...
AND I GUESS THAT'S WHY WE HAVE TO LOVE THOSE PEOPLE WHO DESERVE IT LIKE THERE'S NO
TOMORROW , BECAUSE WHEN YOU GET RIGHT DOWN TO IT…THERE ISN'T...

       LOWDEN SWAIN, VISION QUEST


[THUNDER]

DRIVER...PULL OVER HERE.

YOU KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, MISS W HOEVER-YOU-ARE?

YOU'RE CHICKEN. YOU GOT NO GUTS.



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC59                         MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                      JUST STUFF

YOU'RE AFRAID TO SAY, "OK, LIFE'S A FACT."

PEOPLE DO FALL IN LOVE. PEOPLE DO BELONG TO EACH OTHER,
BECAUSE THAT'S THE ONLY CHANCE ANYBODY'S GOT FOR REAL HAPPINESS.

YOU CALL YOURSELF A FREE SPIRIT, A WILD THING.
YOU'RE TERRIFIED SOMEBODY'S GOING TO STICK YOU IN A CAGE.
W ELL, BABY, YOU'RE ALREADY IN THAT CAGE.
YOU BUILT IT YOURSELF.

AND IT'S NOT BOUNDED BY TULIP, TEXAS, OR SOMALILAND.
IT'S WHEREVER YOU GO.

BECAUSE NO MATTER WHERE YOU RUN,
YOU JUST END UP RUNNING INTO YOURSELF.

        PAUL "FRED" VARJAK, BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S


PLEASE COME NOW I THINK I‘M FALLING
I‘M HOLDING ON TO ALL I THINK IS SAFE
IT SEEMS I FOUND THE ROAD TO NOWHERE
AND I‘M TRYING TO ESCAPE
I YELLED BACK WHEN I HEARD THUNDER
BUT I‘M DOWN TO ONE LAST BREATH
AND WITH IT LET ME SAY
LET ME SAY

HOLD ME NOW
I‘M SIX FEET FROM THE EDGE AND I‘M THINKING
THAT MAYBE SIX FEET
AIN‘T SO FAR DOWN

I‘M LOOKING DOWN NOW THAT IT‘S OVER
REFLECTING ON ALL OF MY MISTAKES
I THOUGHT I FOUND THE ROAD TO SOMEWHERE
SOMEWHERE IN HIS GRACE
I CRIED OUT HEAVEN SAVE ME
BUT I‘M DOWN TO ONE LAST BREATH
AND WITH IT LET ME SAY
LET ME SAY

HOLD ME NOW
I‘M SIX FEET FROM THE EDGE AND I‘M THINKING
THAT MAYBE SIX FEET
AIN‘T SO FAR DOWN

SAD EYES FOLLOW ME
BUT I STILL BELIEVE THERE‘S SOMETHING LEFT FOR ME
SO PLEASE COME STAY WITH ME
‗CAUSE I STILL BELIEVE THERE‘S SOMETHING LEFT FOR YOU AND ME
FOR YOU AND ME
FOR YOU AND ME

HOLD ME NOW



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC60                         MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                      JUST STUFF

I‘M SIX FEET FROM THE EDGE AND I‘M THINKING,,,

        CREED, ONE LAST BREATH


AFTER A WHILE YOU LEARN THE SUBTLE DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN HOLDING A HAND AND CHAINING A SOUL.

AND YOU LEARN THAT LOVE DOESN‘T MEAN LEANING
AND COMPANY DOESN'T MEAN SECURITY.

AND YOU BEGIN TO LEARN THAT KISSES AREN'T CONTRACTS
AND PRESENTS AREN'T PROMISES.

AND YOU BEGIN TO ACCEPT YOUR DEFEATS
W ITH YOUR HEAD UP AND YOUR EYES OPEN

W ITH THE GRACE OF A WOMAN,
NOT THE GRIEF OF A CHILD.

AND YOU LEARN TO BUILD ALL
YOUR ROADS ON TODAY

BECAUSE TOMORROW 'S GROUND IS
TOO UNCERTAIN FOR PLANS.

AND FUTURES HAVE A WAY OF
FALLING DOWN IN MID-FLIGHT.

AFTER A WHILE YOU LEARN
THAT EVEN SUNSHINE BURNS IF YOU GET TOO MUCH.

SO PLANT YOUR OWN GARDEN
AND DECORATE YOUR OWN SOUL.

INSTEAD OF WAITING FOR SOMEONE
TO BRING YOU FLOWERS.

AND YOU LEARN THAT YOU REALLY CAN ENDURE...

THAT YOU REALLY ARE STRONG.
AND YOU REALLY DO HAVE WORTH.
AND YOU LEARN AND LEARN...
W ITH EVERY GOODBYE YOU LEARN.

        VERONICA A. SHOFFSTALL, COMES THE DAWN


SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY
I FOUND THE MEANING
W OKE UP DREAMING
ALONG THE WAY
NEVER QUITE SEEMS THE SAME
W HEN YOU AWAKEN
AND MAKING UP FOR THE TIME



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC61            MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                       JUST STUFF

IS SUCH A PRICE TO PAY
THEN THEY TAKE YOUR DREAM AWAY
AND IT JUST AIN'T FAIR

SO HELP ME THRU THE NIGHT, MAMA
HELP ME TO EASE THE PAIN
AND TELL ME IT'S ALRIGHT
HELP ME THRU THE NIGHT
ONCE AGAIN

THAT'S THE DANGER IN PRETENDING
TRYING TO DEFEND YOURSELF
FROM SOMEONE ELSE'S WAR
DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE FIGHTING FOR
AND THEY JUST DON'T CARE

SO HELP ME TO SEE THE LIGHT, MAMA
OPEN MY EYES AGAIN
AND TELL ME IT'S ALRIGHT
HELP ME THRU THE NIGHT
ONCE AGAIN
OOH, DEFEND ME...

        JOE WALSH, HELP ME THRU THE NIGHT


MARSELLUS
ALL I'M DOIN' IS CONTEMPLATING THE "IFS."

JULES
I DON'T WANNA HEAR ABOUT NO MOTHERFUCKIN' "IFS." W HAT I WANNA HEAR FROM YOUR ASS IS: "YOU
AIN'T GOT NO PROBLEMS, JULES. I'M ON THE MOTHERFUCKER. GO BACK IN THERE, CHILL THEM
NIGGERS OUT AND WAIT FOR THE CAVALRY, WHICH SHOULD BE COMIN' DIRECTLY."

MARSELLUS
YOU AIN'T GOT NO PROBLEMS, JULES. I'M ON THE MOTHERFUCKER. GO BACK IN THERE, CHILL THEM
NIGGERS OUT AND WAIT FOR THE W OLF, WHO SHOULD BE COMIN' DIRECTLY.

JULES
YOU SENDIN' THE W OLF?

MARSELLUS
FEEL BETTER, MOTHER FUCKER?

JULES
SHIT NEGRO, THAT'S ALL YOU HAD TO SAY.

        PULP FICTION


IT'S YOU THAT I ADORE
YOU'LL ALWAYS BE MY WHORE
YOU'LL BE THE MOTHER TO MY CHILD
AND A CHILD TO MY HEART
W E MUST NEVER BE APART



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC62                         MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                      JUST STUFF

W E MUST NEVER BE APART

LOVELY GIRL YOU'RE THE BEAUTY IN MY WORLD
W ITHOUT YOU THERE AREN'T REASONS LEFT TO FIND

AND I'LL PULL YOUR CROOKED TEETH
YOU'LL BE PERFECT JUST LIKE ME
YOU'LL BE A LOVER IN MY BED
AND A GUN TO MY HEAD
W E MUST NEVER BE APART
W E MUST NEVER BE APART

IN YOU I SEE DIRTY
IN YOU I COUNT STARS
IN YOU I FEEL SO PRETTY
IN YOU I TASTE GOD
IN YOU I FEEL SO HUNGRY
IN YOU I CRASH CARS
W E MUST NEVER BE APART

DRINKING MERCURY
TO THE MYSTERY OF ALL THAT YOU SHOULD EVER SEEK TO FIND
LOVELY GIRL YOU'RE THE MURDER IN MY WORLD
DRESSING COFFINS FOR THE SOULS I'VE LEFT BEHIND
IN TIME
W E MUST NEVER BE APART

AND YOU'LL ALWAYS BE MY WHORE
CAUSE YOU'RE THE ONE THAT I ADORE
AND I'LL PULL YOUR CROOKED TEETH
YOU'LL BE PERFECT JUST LIKE ME
IN YOU I FEEL SO DIRTY IN YOU I CRASH CARS
IN YOU I FEEL SO PRETTY IN YOU I TASTE GOD
W E MUST NEVER BE APART

        SMASHING PUMPKINS, AVA ADORE


PLEASE ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF
I'M A MAN OF WEALTH AND TASTE
I'VE BEEN AROUND FOR A LONG, LONG YEAR
STOLE MANY A MAN'S SOUL AND FAITH

AND I WAS 'ROUND WHEN JESUS CHRIST
HAD HIS MOMENT OF DOUBT AND PAIN
MADE DAMN SURE THAT PILATE
W ASHED HIS HANDS AND SEALED HIS FATE

PLEASED TO MEET YOU
HOPE YOU GUESS MY NAME
BUT WHAT'S PUZZLING YOU
IS THE NATURE OF MY GAME

I STUCK AROUND ST. PETERSBURG
W HEN I SAW IT WAS A TIME FOR A CHANGE



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC63                MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                       JUST STUFF

KILLED THE CZAR AND HIS MINISTERS
ANASTASIA SCREAMED IN VAIN

I RODE A TANK
HELD A GENERAL'S RANK
W HEN THE BLITZKRIEG RAGED
AND THE BODIES STANK

PLEASED TO MEET YOU
HOPE YOU GUESS MY NAME
AH, WHAT'S PUZZLING YOU
IS THE NATURE OF MY GAME

I WATCHED WITH GLEE
W HILE YOUR KINGS AND QUEENS
FOUGHT FOR TEN DECADES
FOR THE GODS THEY MADE

I SHOUTED OUT,
"W HO KILLED THE KENNEDYS?"
W HEN AFTER ALL
IT WAS YOU AND ME

LET ME PLEASE INTRODUCE MYSELF
I'M A MAN OF WEALTH AND TASTE
AND I LAID TRAPS FOR TROUBADOURS
W HO GET KILLED BEFORE THEY REACHED BOMBAY

PLEASED TO MEET YOU
HOPE YOU GUESSED MY NAME
BUT WHAT'S PUZZLING YOU
IS THE NATURE OF MY GAME

PLEASED TO MEET YOU
HOPE YOU GUESSED MY NAME
BUT WHAT'S CONFUSING YOU
IS JUST THE NATURE OF MY GAME

JUST AS EVERY COP IS A CRIMINAL
AND ALL THE SINNERS SAINTS
AS HEADS IS TAILS
JUST CALL ME LUCIFER
'CAUSE I'M IN NEED OF SOME RESTRAINT

SO IF YOU MEET ME
HAVE SOME COURTESY
HAVE SOME SYMPATHY, AND SOME TASTE

USE ALL YOUR WELL-LEARNED POLITESSE
OR I'LL LAY YOUR SOUL TO WASTE

PLEASED TO MEET YOU
HOPE YOU GUESSED MY NAME
BUT WHAT'S PUZZLING YOU
IS THE NATURE OF MY GAME



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC64          MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                    JUST STUFF

TELL ME BABY, WHAT'S MY NAME
TELL ME HONEY, CAN YA GUESS MY NAME
TELL ME BABY, WHAT'S MY NAME
I TELL YOU ONE TIME, YOU'RE TO BLAME

       ROLLING STONES, SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL


YOU'RE A MEAN ONE, MR. GRINCH,
YOU REALLY ARE A HEEL,
YOU'RE AS CUDDLY AS A CACTUS,
YOU'RE AS CHARMING AS AN EEL, MR. GRINCH.
YOU'RE A BAD BANANA WITH A GREASY BLACK PEEL!

YOU'RE A MONSTER, MR. GRINCH,
YOUR HEART'S AN EMPTY HOLE,
YOUR BRAIN IS FULL OF SPIDERS,
YOU'VE GOT GARLIC IN YOUR SOUL, MR. GRINCH.
I WOULDN'T TOUCH YOU WITH A THIRTY-NINE-AND-A-HALF FOOT POLE!

YOU'RE A FOUL ONE, MR. GRINCH,
YOU HAVE TERMITES IN YOUR SMILE.
YOU HAVE ALL THE TENDER SWEETNESS
OF A SEASICK CROCODILE, MR. GRINCH.
GIVEN THE CHOICE BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU
I'D TAKE THE SEASICK CROCODILE!

YOU'RE A ROTTER, MR. GRINCH,
YOU'RE THE KING OF SINFUL SOTS,
YOUR HEART'S A DEAD TOMATO SPLOTCHED
W ITH MOLDY PURPLE SPOTS, MR. GRINCH.
YOU'RE A THREE DECKER SAUERKRAUT
AND TOADSTOOL SANDWICH WITH ARSENIC SAUCE!

YOU NAUSEATE ME, MR. GRINCH,
W ITH A NAUSEOUS SUPER "NAUS",
YOU'RE A CROOKED DIRTY JOCKEY
AND YOU DRIVE A CROOKED HOSS, MR. GRINCH.
YOUR SOUL IS AN APPALLING DUMP HEAP
OVERFLOWING WITH THE MOST DISGRACEFUL ASSORTMENT OF RUBBISH IMAGINABLE
MANGLED UP IN TANGLED UP KNOTS!

YOU'RE A FOUL ONE, MR. GRINCH,
YOU'RE A NASTY WASTY SKUNK,
YOUR HEART IS FULL OF UNWASHED SOCKS,
YOUR SOUL IS FULL OF GUNK, MR. GRINCH.
THE THREE WORDS THAT BEST DESCRIBE YOU ARE AS FOLLOWS, AND I QUOTE,
"STINK, STANK, STUNK!"

       YOU'RE A MEAN ONE, MR. GRINCH!


NIGHT FALLS , AND I'M ALONE
SKIN, YEAH CHILLED ME TO THE BONE



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC65                       MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                     JUST STUFF

YOU, TURNED AND YOU RAN,
OH YEAH,
OH SLIPPED, RIGHT FROM MY HAND

HEY
BLUE ON BLACK
TEARS ON A RIVER
PUSH ON A SHOVE
IT DON'T MEAN MUCH
JOKER ON JACK
MATCH ON A FIRE
COLD ON ICE
IS DEAD MAN'S TOUCH
W HISPER ON A SCREAM
DOESN'T CHANGE A THING
DON'T BRING YOU BACK
BLUE ON BLACK
OH YEAH, BLUE ON BLACK

BLIND, OH, NOW I SEE
TRUTH, LIES, AND IN BETWEEN
W RONG, CAN'T BE UNDONE
OH SLIPPED, FROM THE TIP OF
YOUR TONGUE

HEY
BLUE ON BLACK
TEARS ON A RIVER
PUSH ON A SHOVE
IT DON'T MEAN MUCH
JOKER ON JACK
MATCH ON A FIRE
COLD ON ICE
IS DEAD MAN'S TOUCH
W HISPER ON A SCREAM
DOESN'T CHANGE A THING
DOESN'T BRING YOU BACK, YEAH
BLUE ON BLACK
BLUE ON BLACK

        KENNY WAYNE SHEPHERD, BLUE ON BLACK


ELLIE
OCCAM'S RAZOR, YOU EVER HEARD OF IT?
PALMER
HACKEM‘S RAZOR, SOUNDS LIKE SOME SLASHER MOVIE.
ELLIE
NO, OCCAM'S RAZOR, IT‘S A BASIC SCIENTIFIC PRINCIPLE. AND IT SAYS, ALL THINGS BEING EQUAL, THE
SIMPLEST EXPLANATION TENDS TO BE THE RIGHT ONE.
PALMER
MAKE SENSE TO ME.
ELLIE
ALRIGHT. SO WHAT‘S MORE LIKELY...
ELLIE



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC66                            MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                       JUST STUFF

...AN ALL POWERFUL AND MYSTERIOUS GOD CREATED THE UNIVERSE, AND THEN DECIDED NOT TO GIVE
ANY PROOF OF HIS EXISTENCE, OR THAT HE SIMPLY DOESN‘T EXIST AT ALL, AND THAT WE CREATED HIM
SO THAT WE DIDN‘T HAVE TO FEEL SO SMALL AND ALONE?
PALMER
I DON‘T KNOW . I COULDN‘T IMAGINE LIVING IN A WORLD WHERE GOD DIDN‘T EXIST. I WOULDN‘T WANT TO.
ELLIE
HOW DO YOU KNOW YOUR NOT DELUDING YOURSELF? AS FOR ME, I‘D NEED PROOF.

        CONTACT


HUSH NOW DON'T YOU CRY
W IPE AWAY THE TEARDROP FROM YOUR EYE
YOU'RE LYING SAFE IN BED
IT WAS ALL A BAD DREAM
SPINNING IN YOUR HEAD
YOUR MIND TRICKED YOU TO FEEL THE PAIN
OF SOMEONE CLOSE TO YOU LEAVING THE GAME OF LIFE
SO HERE IT IS, ANOTHER CHANCE
W IDE AWAKE YOU FACE THE DAY
YOUR DREAM IS OVER...OR HAS IT JUST BEGUN?

THERE'S A PLACE I LIKE TO HIDE
A DOORWAY THAT I RUN THROUGH IN THE NIGHT
RELAX CHILD, YOU WERE THERE
BUT ONLY DIDN'T REALIZE IT AND YOU WERE SCARED
IT'S A PLACE WHERE YOU WILL LEARN
TO FACE YOUR FEARS, RETRACE THE YEARS
AND RIDE THE WHIMS OF YOUR MIND
COMMANDING IN ANOTHER WORLD
SUDDENLY, YOU HEAR AND SEE
THIS MAGIC NEW DIMENSION

I WILL BE WATCHING OVER YOU
I AM GONNA HELP YOU SEE IT THROUGH
I WILL PROTECT YOU IN THE NIGHT
I AM SMILING NEXT TO YOU...IN SILENT LUCIDITY

IF YOU OPEN YOUR MIND FOR ME
YOU WON'T RELY ON OPEN EYES TO SEE
THE WALLS YOU BUILT WITHIN
COME TUMBLING DOWN, AND A NEW WORLD WILL BEGIN
LIVING TWICE AT ONCE YOU LEARN
YOU'RE SAFE FROM PAIN IN THE DREAM DOMAIN
A SOUL SET FREE TO FLY
A ROUND TRIP JOURNEY IN YOUR HEAD
MASTER OF ILLUSION, CAN YOU REALIZE
YOUR DREAM'S ALIVE, YOU CAN BE THE GUIDE BUT...

I WILL BE WATCHING OVER YOU
I AM GONNA HELP YOU SEE IT THROUGH
I WILL PROTECT YOU IN THE NIGHT
I AM SMILING NEXT TO YOU...IN SILENT LUCIDITY

        QUENNSRYCHE ,SILENT LUCIDITY



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC67                           MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                    JUST STUFF


LEARN HOW TO WITHHOLD JUDGMENT.
LEARN TO LISTEN.
GET IN TOUCH WITH YOUR OWN INNER SELF.
LOOK AT LIFE WITH JOY.
DON'T EVER CRY OVER SOMETHING THAT CANNOT CRY OVER YOU.

       CHEEWA JAMES, MODOC


HOW FAR THAT LITTLE CANDLE THROWS ITS BEAMS! SO SHINES A GOOD DEED IN A NAUGHTY WORLD.

       WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, THE MERCHANT OF VENICE


ILLUSIONS COMMEND THEMSELVES TO US BECAUSE THEY SAVE US PAIN AND ALLOW US TO ENJOY
PLEASURE INSTEAD. W E MUST THEREFORE ACCEPT IT WITHOUT COMPLAINT WHEN THEY SOMETIMES
COLLIDE WITH A BIT OF REALITY AGAINST WHICH THEY ARE DASHED TO PIECES.

       SIGMUND FREUD.


THE REASONABLE MAN ADAPTS HIMSELF TO THE WORLD; THE UNREASONABLE ONE PERSISTS IN TRYING
TO ADAPT THE WORLD TO HIMSELF. THEREFORE ALL PROGRESS DEPENDS ON THE UNREASONABLE MAN.

       GEORGE BERNARD SHAW

TELL ME EXACTLY WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO
NOW THAT I HAVE ALLOWED YOU TO BEAT ME
DO YOU THINK THAT WE COULD PLAY ANOTHER GAME
MAYBE I COULD WIN THIS TIME

I KIND OF LIKE THE MISERY YOU PUT ME THROUGH
DARLIN' YOU CAN TRUST ME COMPLETELY
IF YOU EVEN TRY TO LOOK THE OTHER WAY
I THINK THAT I COULD KILL THIS TIME

IT DOESN'T REALLY SEEM I'M GETTING THROUGH TO YOU
THOUGH I SEE YOU WEEPING SO SWEETLY
I THINK THAT YOU MIGHT HAVE TO TAKE ANOTHER TASTE
A LITTLE BIT OF HELL THIS TIME

LIE TO ME
LIE TO ME

IS SHE NOT RIGHT?
IS SHE INSANE?
W ILL SHE NOW
RUN FOR HER LIFE IN THE BATTLE THAT ENDS THIS DAY

IS SHE NOT RIGHT?
IS SHE INSANE?
W ILL SHE NOW
RUN FOR HER LIFE NOW THAT SHE LIED TO ME



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC68                       MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                      JUST STUFF

YOU ALWAYS WANTED PEOPLE TO REMEMBER YOU
TO LEAVE YOUR LITTLE MARK ON SOCIETY
DON'T YOU KNOW YOUR WISH IS COMIN' TRUE TODAY
ANOTHER VICTIM DIES TONIGHT

LIE TO ME
LIE TO ME

IS SHE NOT RIGHT?
IS SHE INSANE?
W ILL SHE NOW
RUN FOR HER LIFE IN THE BATTLE THAT ENDS THIS DAY

IS SHE NOT RIGHT?
IS SHE INSANE?
W ILL SHE NOW
RUN FOR HER LIFE NOW THAT SHE LIED TO ME

IS SHE REALLY TELLING LIES AGAIN
DOESN'T SHE REALIZE SHE'S IN DANGER

IS SHE NOT RIGHT?
IS SHE INSANE?
W ILL SHE NOW
RUN FOR HER LIFE IN THE BATTLE THAT ENDS THIS DAY

IS SHE NOT RIGHT?
IS SHE INSANE?
W ILL SHE NOW
RUN FOR HER LIFE NOW THAT SHE LIED TO ME

THE LITTLE BITCH SHE WENT AND SHE TOLD A LIE
AND NOW SHE WILL NEVER TELL ANOTHER ALIVE
THE LITTLE BITCH SHE WENT AND SHE TOLD A LIE
NEVER FUCKING LIE TO ME!

       DISTURBED, THE GAME


THE END IS NEVER AS SATISFYING AS THE JOURNEY.
TO HAVE ACHIEVED EVERYTHING, BUT TO HAVE DONE SO WITHOUT INTEGRITY AND EXCITEMENT IS TO
HAVE ACHIEVED NOTHING…

       JEEP ADVERTISEMENT

SHE SITS ALONE BY A LAMPPOST
TRYING TO FIND A THOUGHT THAT'S ESCAPED HER MIND.
SHE SAYS DAD'S THE ONE I LOVE THE MOST
BUT STIPE'S NOT FAR BEHIND.

SHE NEVER LETS ME IN
ONLY TELLS ME WHERE'S SHE'S BEEN
W HEN SHE'S HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK.




69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC69                        MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                      JUST STUFF

I SAY THAT I DON'T CARE I JUST RUN MY HANDS
THROUGH HER DARK HAIR THEN I PRAY TO GOD
YOU GOTTA HELP ME FLY AWAY
AND JUST...

LET HER CRY, IF THE TEARS FALL DOWN LIKE RAIN
LET HER SING, IF IT EASES ALL HER PAIN.
LET HER GO, LET HER WALK RIGHT OUT ON ME
AND IF THE SUN COMES UP TOMORROW
LET HER BE, LET HER BE...

THIS MORNING I WOKE UP ALONE
FOUND A NOTE STANDING BY THE PHONE
SAYING BABY MAYBE I'LL BE BACK SOME DAY.
I WANTED TO LOOK FOR YOU
YOU WALKED IN, I DIDN'T KNOW JUST WHAT I SHOULD DO
SO I SAT BACK DOWN HAD A BEER AND FELT SORRY FOR MYSELF
SINGING...

LET HER CRY, IF THE TEARS FALL DOWN LIKE RAIN
LET HER SING, IF IT EASES ALL HER PAIN.
LET HER GO, LET HER WALK RIGHT OUT ON ME
AND IF THE SUN COMES UP TOMORROW
LET HER BE, LET HER BE...

LAST NIGHT I TRIED TO LEAVE.
CRIED SO MUCH I JUST COULD NOT BELIEVE
SHE WAS THE SAME GIRL
I FELL IN LOVE WITH LONG AGO.

SHE WENT IN THE BACK TO GET HIGH
I SAT DOWN ON MY COUCH AND CRIED
YELLING OH MAMA PLEASE...HELP ME
W ON'T YOU HOLD MY HAND.

        HOOTIE AND THE BLOWFISH, LET HER CRY


ALL THAT TIME I WAS SEARCHING, NOWHERE TO RUN TO, IT STARTED ME THINKING,
W ONDERING WHAT I COULD MAKE OF MY LIFE, WHO'D BE WAITING,
ASKING ALL KINDS OF QUESTIONS, TO MYSELF, BUT NEVER FINDING THE ANSWERS,
CRYING AT THE TOP OF MY VOICE, NO ONE LISTENING,
ALL THIS TIME, I STILL REMEMBER EVERYTHING YOU SAID
THERE'S SO MUCH YOU PROMISED, HOW COULD I EVER FORGET.

LISTEN, YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU, BUT I JUST CAN'T TAKE THIS,
YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU, BUT I'M PLAYING FOR KEEPS,
ALTHOUGH I NEED YOU, I'M NOT GONNA MAKE THIS,
YOU KNOW I WANT TO, BUT I'M IN TOO DEEP.

SO LISTEN, LISTEN TO ME,
YOU MUST BELIEVE ME,
I CAN FEEL YOUR EYES GO THROUGH ME,
BUT I DON'T KNOW WHY.




69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC70                         MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                      JUST STUFF

I KNOW YOU'RE GOING, BUT I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S THE WAY THAT YOU'RE LEAVING,
IT'S LIKE WE NEVER KNEW EACH OTHER AT ALL, IT MAY BE MY FAULT,
I GAVE YOU TOO MANY REASONS, BEING ALONE, WHEN I DIDN'T WANT TO
I THOUGHT YOU'D ALWAYS BE THERE, I ALMOST BELIEVED YOU,
ALL THIS TIME, I STILL REMEMBER EVERYTHING YOU SAID,
THERE'S SO MUCH YOU PROMISED, HOW COULD I EVER FORGET.

LISTEN, YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU, BUT I JUST CAN'T TAKE THIS,
YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU, BUT I'M PLAYING FOR KEEPS,
ALTHOUGH I NEED YOU, I'M NOT GONNA MAKE THIS,
YOU KNOW I WANT TO, BUT I'M IN TOO DEEP.

SO LISTEN, LISTEN TO ME,
I CAN FEEL YOUR EYES GO THROUGH ME

IT SEEMS I'VE SPENT TOO LONG
ONLY THINKING ABOUT MYSELF
NOW I WANT TO SPEND MY LIFE
JUST CARING ABOUT SOMEBODY ELSE.

LISTEN, YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU, BUT I JUST CAN'T TAKE THIS,
YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU, BUT I'M PLAYING FOR KEEPS,
ALTHOUGH I NEED YOU, I'M NOT GONNA MAKE THIS,
YOU KNOW I WANT TO, BUT I'M IN TOO DEEP.

        GENESIS, IN TOO DEEP


TRUTH IS NO THEORY, NO SPECULATIVE SYSTEM OF PHILOSOPHY, NO INTELLECTUAL INSIGHT. TRUTH IS
EXACT CORRESPONDENCE WITH REALITY.

        PARAMHANSA YOGANANDA


YOU'RE A FORCE OF NATURE BARELY CONTAINED IN YOUR CLOTHES, GEMINI. YOU'RE ELEMENTAL AND
IRRESISTIBLE, PRIMORDIAL YET PLAYFUL. YOU'RE LAUGHING LIKE A RIVER, DREAMING LIKE A VOLCANO.
YOU'RE AS SURPRISING AS A SNOWSTORM ON A SUMMER DAY. YOU CAN TALK THE WAY THE ANIMALS
THINK. YOU REMIND ME OF A WATERFALL EXUDING FIREWORKS. HOW COULD ANYONE NOT BE DRAWN
TO YOU? HOW COULD ANYONE NOT FEEL A BIT NERVOUS WHILE DRINKING IN YOUR UNPREDICTABLE
CHARISMA? YOU'RE WAY OVER THE TOP, AND I LIKE IT VERY MUCH!

        GEMINI HOROSCOPE, JUNE 2003


TO SEE A WORLD IN A GRAIN OF SAND
AND A HEAVEN IN A WILD FLOWER,
HOLD INFINITY IN THE PALM OF YOUR HAND
AND ETERNITY IN AN HOUR.

        WILLIAM BLAKE, AUGURIES OF INNOCENCE


IF YOU'RE GOING TO WASTE AN ENTIRE DAY, WASTE IT WITH CONVICTION.

        PORSCHE



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC71                            MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                     JUST STUFF


MAYBE GOD WANTS US TO MEET A FEW
WRONG PEOPLE BEFORE MEETING THE
RIGHT ONE SO THAT WHEN WE FINALLY
MEET THE RIGHT PERSON, WE WILL KNOW
HOW TO BE GRATEFUL FOR THAT GIFT.

W HEN THE DOOR OF HAPPINESS CLOSES,
ANOTHER OPENS, BUT OFTEN TIMES WE LOOK
SO LONG AT THE CLOSED DOOR THAT WE DON‘T
SEE THE ONE WHICH HAS BEEN OPENED FOR US.

THE BEST KIND OF FRIEND IS THE KIND YOU CAN
SIT ON A PORCH SWING WITH, NEVER SAY A WORD,
AND THEN WALK AWAY FEELING LIKE IT WAS THE BEST
CONVERSATION YOU‘VE EVER HAD.

IT‘S TRUE THAT WE DON‘T KNOW WHAT WE‘VE GOT
UNTIL WE LOSE IT, BUT IT‘S ALSO TRUE THAT WE DON‘T
KNOW WHAT WE‘VE BEEN MISSING UNTIL IT ARRIVES.

DON‘T GO FOR LOOKS; THEY CAN DECEIVE.
DON‘T GO FOR WEALTH; EVEN THAT FADES AWAY.
GO FOR SOMEONE WHO MAKES YOU SMILE
BECAUSE IT TAKES ONLY A SMILE TO MAKE A DARK
DAY SEEM BRIGHT.
FIND THE ONE THAT MAKES YOUR HEART SMILE.

MAY YOU HAVE ENOUGH HAPPINESS TO MAKE YOU SWEET,
ENOUGH TRIALS TO MAKE YOU STRONG, ENOUGH SORROW
TO KEEP YOU HUMAN, ENOUGH HOPE TO MAKE YOU HAPPY.

ALWAYS PUT YOURSELF IN OTHERS‘ SHOES.
IF YOU FEEL THAT IT HURTS YOU,
IT PROBABLY HURTS THE OTHER PERSON TOO.

THE HAPPIEST OF PEOPLE DON‘T NECESSARILY HAVE
THE BEST OF EVERYTHING;
THEY JUST MAKE THE MOST OF EVERYTHING THAT
COMES ALONG THEIR WAY.

W HEN YOU WERE BORN, YOU WERE CRYING AND
EVERYONE AROUND YOU WERE SMILING.
LIVE YOUR LIFE SO THAT WHEN YOU DIE,
YOU‘RE THE ONE SMILING AND EVERYONE AROUND YOU IS CRYING.

        ANONYMOUS.


IF A DOG W ERE YOUR TEACHER, YOU W OULD LEARN STUFF LIKE.....

       W HEN LOVED ONES COME HOME, ALWAYS RUN TO GREET THEM.
       NEVER PASS UP THE OPPORTUNITY TO GO FOR A JOYRIDE.
       ALLOW THE EXPERIENCE OF FRESH AIR AND THE WIND IN YOUR FACE TO BE PURE ECSTASY.



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC72                        MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                   JUST STUFF

      W HEN IT'S IN YOUR BEST INTEREST--PRACTICE OBEDIENCE..
      LET OTHERS KNOW WHEN THEY'VE INVADED YOUR TERRITORY.
      TAKE NAPS, AND STRETCH BEFORE RISING.
      RUN, ROMP AND PLAY DAILY.
      THRIVE ON ATTENTION AND LET PEOPLE TOUCH YOU.
      AVOID BITING, WHEN A SIMPLE GROWL WILL DO.
      ON WARM DAYS, STOP TO LIE ON YOUR BACK ON THE GRASS.
      ON HOT DAYS, DRINK LOTS OF WATER AND LIE UNDER A SHADY TREE.
      W HEN YOU ARE HAPPY, DANCE AROUND AND WAG YOUR ENTIRE BODY.
      NO MATTER HOW OFTEN YOU'RE SCOLDED, DON'T BUY INTO THE GUILT THING AND POUT... RUN
       RIGHT BACK AND MAKE FRIENDS.
      DELIGHT IN THE SIMPLE JOY OF A LONG WALK.
      EAT WITH GUSTO AND ENTHUSIASM. STOP WHEN YOU HAVE HAD ENOUGH.
      BE LOYAL.
      NEVER PRETEND TO BE SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT.
      IF WHAT YOU WANT LIES BURIED, DIG UNTIL YOU FIND IT.
      W HEN SOMEONE IS HAVING A BAD DAY, BE SILENT, SIT CLOSE BY AND NUZZLE THEM GENTLY.

       ANON


I'M LOOKIN' AT MY WATCH
AT ALL THE TIME THAT'S BEEN STOLEN
W HEN I WAS CARRYING YOU
IT SEEMS I'VE TRIPPED AND I'VE FALLEN
DON'T WANT NO ONE TO ACHE
OH TO BE DRUNK AND FORGETFUL
TO GET OUT OF THIS UNSCATHED
OH TO BE FREE AND INHUMAN
SOME MAY SAY I LOVE TO PLAY
W HEN THE CHANCE IS THERE TO TAKE
I'M MOPPIN' UP THE FLOOR
FROM MESSY RECIPES OF ROMANCE
I'M PACKIN' UP THE POTS
TOO MANY COOKS IN THE KITCHEN
SOME MAY SAY I LOVE TO LET A GOOD THING GO TO WASTE
I LET IT GO TO WASTE
LET A GOOD THING GO TO WASTE...A GOOD THING GO TO WASTE
LET A GOOD THING GO TO WASTE...A GOOD THING GO TO WASTE
I'M LOOKIN' AT MY WATCH
AT ALL THE TIME THAT'S BEEN STOLEN
W HEN I WAS CARRYING YOU
SEEMS I'VE TRIPPED AND I'VE FALLEN

       SMASH MOUTH, WASTE


LEAVE ME ALONE I'M OVER IT
AND EVERYBODY'S MOVIN' ON
I CAN'T SEE MY TOMORROW AND YESTERDAY HAS COME AND GONE
SO LEAVE ME ALONE
MY MIND IS BLOWN BUT IT'S MY OWN
SO DEAL WITH IT
I'M FEELING FINE MOST THE TIME



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC73                        MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                      JUST STUFF

I MAY BE ON THE OUTSIDE BUT NO ONES GETTING IN
SO LEAVE ME ALONE
W E'RE O.K. REELIN' IN THE DAYS
W E'RE ALRIGHT WE'RE JUST GETTING HIGH
LET US BE IT'LL BE ALL RIGHT
I GOT NO STRIFE I'M LOVING LIFE
COULD YOU SAY THE SAME
YOU DON'T HAVE TO MOVE TO GROOVE
SO COME ON UP AND SEE ME BUT LEAVE THAT JUDGE BEHIND
'CAUSE I'M LOVING LIFE

[REPEAT CHORUS 2X]

I'M GETTIN' STONED AND WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT
THE PRESIDENT SEEMS TO BE JUST FINE
COME ON UP AND SEE ME
COME ON UP JUST KNOW THAT I'M GETTIN' STONED
I'M GETTIN' STONED I'M GETTIN' STONED I'M GETTIN' STONED

        SMASH MOUTH, STONED


GOD I FEEL LIKE HELL TONIGHT
THE TEARS OF RAGE I CANNOT FIGHT
I'D BE THE LAST TO HELP YOU UNDERSTAND
ARE YOU STRONG ENOUGH TO BE MY MAN..
W ELL, NOTHING'S TRUE, AND NOTHING'S RIGHT
SO LET ME BE ALONE TONIGHT
'CAUSE YOU CAN'T CHANGE THE WAY I AM
ARE YOU STRONG ENOUGH TO BE MY MAN..
LIE TO ME, I PROMISE I'LL BELIEVE
LIE TO ME, BUT PLEASE DON'T LEAVE
I HAVE A FACE I CANNOT SHOW
I MAKE THE RULES UP AS I GO
JUST TRY AND LOVE ME IF YOU CAN
ARE YOU STRONG ENOUGH TO BE MY MAN..
ARE YOU STRONG ENOUGH TO BE MY MAN..
ARE YOU STRONG ENOUGH TO BE MY MAN..
ARE YOU STRONG ENOUGH TO BE MY MAN..
W HEN I'VE SHOWN YOU THAT I JUST DON'T CARE
W HEN I'M THROWING PUNCHES IN THE AIR
W HEN I'M BROKEN DOWN AND I CAN'T STAND
W OULD YOU BE MAN ENOUGH TO BE MY MAN..
LIE TO ME, I PROMISE I'LL BELIEVE
LIE TO ME, BUT PLEASE DON'T LEAVE

        SHERYL CROW, STRONG ENOUGH

MET A GIRL, THOUGHT SHE WAS GRAND
FELL IN LOVE, FOUND OUT FIRST HAND
WENT WELL FOR A WEEK OR TWO
THEN IT ALL CAME UNGLUED

IN A TRAPPED TRIP I CAN'T GRIP
NEVER THOUGHT I'D BE THE ONE WHO'D SLIP




69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC74                 MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                      JUST STUFF

THEN I STARTED TO REALIZE
I WAS LIVING ONE BIG LIE

SHE FUCKING HATES ME
TRUST
SHE FUCKING HATES ME
LA LA LA LOVE
I TRIED TOO HARD
AND SHE TORE MY FEELINGS LIKE I HAD NONE
AND RIPPED THEM AWAY

SHE WAS QUEEN FOR ABOUT AN HOUR
AFTER THAT SHIT GOT SOUR
SHE TOOK ALL I EVER HAD
NO SIGN OF GUILT
NO FEELING OF BAD, NO

IN A TRAPPED TRIP I CAN'T GRIP
NEVER THOUGHT I'D BE THE ONE WHO'D SLIP
THEN I STARTED TO REALIZE
I WAS LIVING ONE BIG LIE

[CHORUS]

THAT'S MY STORY, AS YOU SEE
LEARNED MY LESSON AND SO DID SHE
NOW IT'S OVER AND I'M GLAD
'CAUSE I'M A FOOL FOR ALL I'VE SAID

[CHORUS]

LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LOVE
TRUST
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LOVE
TRUST
AND SHE TORE MY FEELINGS LIKE I HAD NONE
SHE FUCKING HATES ME

        PUDDLE OF MUDD, SHE HATES ME


IN EVERY HEART THERE IS A ROOM
A SANCTUARY SAFE AND STRONG
TO HEAL THE WOUNDS FROM LOVERS PAST
UNTIL A NEW ONE COMES ALONG

I SPOKE TO YOU IN CAUTIOUS TONES
YOU ANSWERED ME WITH NO PRETENSE
AND STILL I FEEL I SAID TOO MUCH
MY SILENCE IS MY SELF DEFENSE

AND EVERY TIME I'VE HELD A ROSE
IT SEEMS I ONLY FELT THE THORNS
AND SO IT GOES, AND SO IT GOES
AND SO WILL YOU SOON I SUPPOSE



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC75         MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                      JUST STUFF

BUT IF MY SILENCE MADE YOU LEAVE
THEN THAT WOULD BE MY WORST MISTAKE
SO I WILL SHARE THIS ROOM WITH YOU
AND YOU CAN HAVE THIS HEART TO BREAK

AND THIS IS WHY MY EYES ARE CLOSED
IT'S JUST AS WELL FOR ALL I'VE SEEN
AND SO IT GOES, AND SO IT GOES
AND YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS

SO I WOULD CHOOSE TO BE WITH YOU
THAT'S IF THE CHOICE WERE MINE TO MAKE
BUT YOU CAN MAKE DECISIONS TOO
AND YOU CAN HAVE THIS HEART TO BREAK

AND SO IT GOES, AND SO IT GOES
AND YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS...

        BILLY JOEL, AND SO IT GOES


I DROPPED A PLASTIC CUP THIS MORNING -- OR IT DROPPED ME.
AS I REMOVED IT FROM THE CUPBOARD, IT ELUDED MY GRASP, BOUNCED ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR, HUNG
IN THE AIR AS IF DECIDING WHAT TO DO NEXT AND THEN LANDED UPSIDE DOWN WITH A COMPLACENT
PLOP. W HEN I PICKED IT UP AND WIPED THE RIM, I COULD TELL THAT IT KNEW . IT KNEW I WAS GOING TO
WRITE THIS ARTICLE TODAY, AND IT WAS MOCKING ME.

IT IS ALMOST A TRUISM TO SAY THAT WORDS HAVE THE POWER TO TRANSFORM US AND CRYSTALLIZE
OUR VISION OF THE WORLD. I SAY ALMOST BECAUSE, THOUGH THE STATEMENT MAY SEEM TRITE, IT IS
UNASSAILABLE. EVERY LITERATE ONE OF US HAS EXPERIENCED ITS TRUTH.
MY CROWNING MOMENT IN WORD SERENDIPITY IS SEARED INTO MY BRAIN. I WAS THUMBING THROUGH
PAUL HELLWEG'S "INSOMNIAC'S DICTIONARY" WHEN I STUMBLED UPON THE WORD RESISTENTIALISM,
WHICH HELLWEG DEFINES AS "SEEMINGLY SPITEFUL BEHAVIOR MANIFESTED BY INANIMATE OBJECTS."
READING THAT DEFINITION, I HAD WHAT CAN ONLY BE DESCRIBED AS A REVELATION. I FELT THAT AN
ENTIRE CATEGORY OF MY EXPERIENCE HAD BEEN UPLIFTED FROM THE CIMMERIAN REALM OF THE
INEXPRESSIBLE INTO THE CLEAR, COMFORTING LIGHT OF THE KNOWN.

HERE, AT LAST, WAS A WORD FOR THE RUG THAT QUIETLY CURLS UP SO IT CAN SNAG YOUR TOE, THE
SOCK GONE AWOL FROM THE DRYER, THE SLIPPERY PIECE OF TOAST THAT ALWAYS HITS THE FLOOR
JELLY SIDE DOWN. HERE, AT LAST, WAS THE WORD THAT EXPLAINED THE COUNTLESS INSOLENT ACTS OF
THINGS, ESPECIALLY THE INFURIATING INTRACTABILITY OF PLASTIC WRAP.

THE OXFORD ENGLISH DICTIONARY DEFINES RESISTENTIALISM AS A "MOCK PHILOSOPHY WHICH
MAINTAINS THAT INANIMATE OBJECTS ARE HOSTILE TO HUMANS" AND CALLS IT A "HUMOROUS BLEND" OF
THE LATIN RES, THING(S), AND FRENCH RÉSISTER, TO RESIST, WITH EXISTENTIALISM. THE SHORTER
OXFORD ENGLISH DICTIONARY, FIFTH EDITION (2002), PERHAPS IN RESISTENTIAL DEFIANCE OF ITS
TITLE, EXPANDS THAT DEFINITION TO "A MOCK PHILOSOPHY MAINTAINING THAT INANIMATE OBJECTS ARE
HOSTILE TO HUMANS OR SEEK TO THWART HUMAN ENDEAVORS."

RESISTENTIALISM WAS COINED BY THE BRITISH HUMORIST PAUL JENNINGS IN A BRILLIANT SEND-UP OF
JEAN-PAUL SARTRE AND THE PHILOSOPHY OF EXISTENTIALISM PUBLISHED IN THE SPECTATOR IN APRIL
1948. ALTHOUGH JENNINGS COINED THE WORD IN JEST, I MUST OBJECT TO OXFORD'S DUBBING
RESISTENTIALISM A "MOCK PHILOSOPHY." THERE IS NOTHING MOCK OR SHAM ABOUT IT, AS ANYONE WHO




69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC76                             MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                       JUST STUFF

HAS EVER HAD TO CALL A PLUMBER ON A SUNDAY MORNING TO UNCLOG A REFRACTORY TOILET WILL
ATTEST.

"'LES CHOSES SONT CONTRE NOUS.' 'THINGS ARE AGAINST US,"' JENNINGS WRITES IN HIS LATER ESSAY,
"REPORT ON RESISTENTIALISM," WHICH APPEARS IN "ODDLY ENOUGH" (1950) AND "THE JENGUIN
PENNINGS" (1963). "THIS IS THE NEAREST ENGLISH TRANSLATION I CAN FIND FOR THE BASIC CONCEPT
OF RESISTENTIALISM, THE GRIM BUT ENTHRALLING PHILOSOPHY NOW IDENTIFIED WITH BESPECTACLED,
BETROUSERED, TWO-EYED PIERRE-MARIE VENTRE. . . . IN THE RESISTENTIALIST COSMOLOGY THAT IS
NOW THE INTELLECTUAL RAGE OF PARIS VENTRE OFFERS US A GRAND VISION OF THE UNIVERSE AS ONE
THING -- THE ULTIMATE THING (DERNIÈRE CHOSE). AND IT IS AGAINST US."
W HY DID IT TAKE US UNTIL THE MID-20TH CENTURY TO COME UP WITH A WORD FOR SOMETHING THAT
HAS DOUBTLESS PLAGUED US SINCE BEFORE WE BEGOT LANGUAGE? PERHAPS BECAUSE
RESISTENTIALISM IS NONVERBAL, WHICH I SUSPECT IS WHY IT'S THE DRIVING FORCE BEHIND SO MUCH
COMEDY. IT'S THE MOTIVATION FOR MANY EPISODES OF "THE THREE STOOGES" AND "I LOVE LUCY." IT'S
THE NEMESIS OF W ILE E. COYOTE. IT'S WHY PEOPLE LAUGH WHEN SOMEONE ELSE SLIPS ON THE
PROVERBIAL BANANA PEEL.

RESISTENTIALISM ALSO HAS A LONG HISTORY IN OUR LITERATURE. IN HIS "ODE (INSCRIBED TO W. H.
CHANNING)" (1846), RALPH W ALDO EMERSON SAW THE RESISTENTIALIST WRITING ON THE WALL AND
PROCLAIMED THAT "THINGS ARE IN THE SADDLE,/AND RIDE MANKIND." IN HIS AUTOBIOGRAPHY,
PUBLISHED POSTHUMOUSLY IN 1924, MARK TWAIN RELATES AN ANECDOTE ABOUT A RECALCITRANT
BURGLAR ALARM IN HIS ORNATE MANSION IN HARTFORD. IT "LED A GAY AND CARELESS LIFE, AND HAD NO
PRINCIPLES," HE SAYS. "W E QUICKLY FOUND OUT THAT IT WAS FOOLING US AND THAT IT WAS BUZZING
ITS BLOODCURDLING ALARM MERELY FOR ITS OWN AMUSEMENT."

IN HIS 1995 NOVEL "THE INFORMATION," MARTIN AMIS EVOKES OUR FRUSTRATION AT BEING
CONSTANTLY PICKED ON AND PUSHED AROUND BY THINGS: ". . . THE DUMB INSOLENCE OF INANIMATE
OBJECTS! HE COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND WHAT WAS IN IT FOR INANIMATE OBJECTS, BEHAVING AS THEY
DID. W HAT WAS IN IT FOR THE DOORKNOB THAT HOOKED YOUR JACKET POCKET AS YOU PASSED? W HAT
WAS IN IT FOR THE JACKET POCKET?"

AND IN J.M. BARRIE'S "PETER PAN" (1911), MR. DARLING IS FIT TO BE TIED OVER HIS "LITTLE BRUTE" OF
A TIE: "THIS TIE, IT WILL NOT TIE. . . . OH YES, 20 TIMES HAVE I MADE IT UP ROUND THE BED-POST, BUT
ROUND MY NECK, NO! OH DEAR NO! BEGS TO BE EXCUSED!"

REPORTS OF RESISTENTIALISM ABOUND IN EPHEMERAL LITERATURE AS WELL. THE PETER TAMONY
COLLECTION AT THE UNIVERSITY OF MISSOURI, COLUMBIA, CONTAINS DOZENS OF NEWSPAPER
CLIPPINGS DOCUMENTING THE PHENOMENON OF RESISTENTIALISM IN EVERYDAY LIFE. TAMONY
(1902/1985), A NOTED SAN FRANCISCO ETYMOLOGIST, APPARENTLY WAS A JELLY-SIDE-DOWN KIND OF
GUY AND AS FASCINATED AS I AM BY THE WILINESS OF THINGS AND BY THE WORD JENNINGS COINED FOR
IT.
AMONG TAMONY'S CLIPPINGS IS A STORY ABOUT A LADY IN LONDON WHOSE TELEPHONE RANG EVERY
TIME SHE TRIED TO TAKE A BATH. NO MATTER WHAT TIME SHE DREW THE BATH, DAY OR NIGHT, THE
PHONE ALWAYS RANG -- AND WHEN SHE'D ANSWER IT, NOBODY WAS THERE. THINGS EVENTUALLY GOT
SO BAD THAT SHE STOPPED BATHING ALTOGETHER, WHICH PROMPTED HER HUSBAND TO INVESTIGATE
THE PROBLEM PRONTO. THE CAUSE, HE DISCOVERED, WAS A BIZARRE, ELECTRONICALLY TELEPATHIC
CONSPIRACY BETWEEN THEIR WATER HEATER AND THE PHONE.

IN THE GREAT SCHEME OF THINGS (THINK ABOUT THAT ONE!), JENNINGS TELLS US, WE ARE NO-THING,
AND THINGS ALWAYS WIN. THIS IS TRUE, I BELIEVE, EVEN IN THE OSTENSIBLY PLACID WORLD OF WORDS
-- FOR, AFTER ALL, WORDS ARE THEMSELVES THINGS THAT IN TURN SIGNIFY THINGS.

        CHARLES HARRINGTON ELSTER, RESISTENTIALISM




69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC77                              MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                    JUST STUFF

                                   DEATH IS NOTHING AT ALL.
                        I HAVE ONLY SLIPPED AWAY INTO THE NEXT ROOM.
                                    I AM I AND YOU ARE YOU.
                             W HATEVER WE WERE TO EACH OTHER,
                                       THAT WE STILL ARE.

                              CALL ME BY MY OLD FAMILIAR NAME.
                                SPEAK TO ME IN THE EASY WAY
                                  WHICH YOU ALWAYS USED.
                              PUT NO DIFFERENCE IN YOUR TONE.
                        W EAR NO FORCED AIR OF SOLEMNITY OR SORROW .

                                LAUGH AS WE ALWAYS LAUGHED
                          AT THE LITTLE JOKES WE ENJOYED TOGETHER.
                            PLAY, SMILE, THINK OF ME, PRAY FOR ME.
                          LET MY NAME BE EVER THE HOUSEHOLD WORD
                                      THAT IT ALWAYS WAS.
                               LET IT BE SPOKEN WITHOUT AFFECT,
                            WITHOUT THE TRACE OF A SHADOW ON IT.

                             LIFE MEANS ALL THAT IT EVER MEANT.
                               IT IS THE SAME THAT IT EVER WAS.
                         THERE IS ABSOLUTELY UNBROKEN CONTINUITY.
                                W HY SHOULD I BE OUT OF MIND
                                 BECAUSE I AM OUT OF SIGHT?

                                    I AM WAITING FOR YOU,
                                       FOR AN INTERVAL,
                                   SOMEWHERE VERY NEAR,
                                  JUST AROUND THE CORNER.

                                         ALL IS WELL.

       HENRY SCOTT HOLLAND, WHAT IS DEATH?


EACH TIME I SEE YOU THERE IS A RENEWED SENSE OF CONNECTION. THERE IS RECOGNITION,
REMEMBERING AND KNOWING THAT OUR LIVES HAVE BEEN BROUGHT TOGETHER FOR A REASON. NO
MATTER HOW MUCH TIME HAS PASSED BETWEEN OUR VISITS, WHEN WE SPEAK, WE PICK RIGHT UP
WHERE WE LEFT OFF, AND I AM LEFT WITH A FEELING OF HAPPINESS AND EXCITEMENT THAT IS DIFFICULT
TO DEFINE. PERHAPS WE HAVE A UNITED PURPOSE THAT WAS CONTRACTED LONG AGO AND WE ARE
LIVING OUT A GREATER PLAN. I AM SO GRATEFUL THAT YOU ARE APART OF MY LIFE, AS YOU REMIND ME
THAT THE BONDS WE FORM ARE EVERLASTING.

       CARD FROM TP, APRIL 2002


A REAL FRIEND IS ONE WHO WALKS IN WHEN THE REST OF THE WORLD WALKS OUT.

       ROBERT COLLIER


A HIPPIE IS A MODERN DAY SHAMAN. AN ODD CHARACTER IN ANYBODY'S SOCIETY. THE SEEKER OF
TRUTH AND JUSTICE. A MAGICAL CHARACTER EXPLOITING THEIR CONNECTION WITH THE EARTH, WITH
THE ANIMALS, WITH OTHER PEOPLE, AND WITH THE SPIRIT. AN ANCIENT ONE OF IMMENSE WISDOM, YET A




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CHILD OPEN TO NEW IDEAS. VULNERABLE YET STRONG. GOING WHERE NO ONE HAS GONE BEFORE. IN
SEARCH OF ENLIGHTENMENT, HEALING, AND ONENESS WITH THE COSMOS. DRUGS WERE NOT USED TO
ESCAPE BUT TO COMMUNE WITH ANCIENT DEITIES, FIND FELLOW ODD CREATURES, AND TO EXPLORE
WORLDS EVEN THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE WOULD HAVE NO HOPE OF FINDING. THOSE NOT SO
ADVENTURESOME HAVE FOUND THE SAME THINGS WITHOUT CHEMICAL TOYS, IN BOOKS, DISCUSSIONS,
THE OUTSIDE WORLD, MEDITATION, ALL RELIGIONS, ALL SCIENCES, IN SILENCE, IN NOTHING, IN
EVERYTHING. A HIPPIE IS A PROPHET AND A SPIRITUAL SEEKER. MOST OF ALL, THEY ARE JUST PEOPLE IN
SEARCH OF SOMETHING THAT CAN'T BE FOUND IN MONEY, POSSESSIONS, MASS MEDIA, OR ANYWHERE
ELSE IN OUR MATERIALISTIC SOCIETY. ONLY WITHIN. AFTER YOU STRIP THEM OF THE STEREOTYPE OF
TYE-DYES, ROCK MUSIC, ETERNAL YOUTH, AND WILD EYED RADICALISM, YOU FIND PEOPLE LIKE YOU AND
ME. THOSE WHO SAY THEY ARE NOT, HAVE NOT YET COME TO GRIPS WITH THEIR OWN FEAR OF
STANDING OUT. W E ALL DO. BECAUSE WE ARE ALL BLESSED, GLORIOUS INDIVIDUALS WHO ARE ALL
PERFECT IN OUR OWN WAY. W E ARE ALL HIPPIES. W E ARE ALL NON-CONFORMISTS. ARE YOU TIRED OF
READING THIS YET? IF NOT, THEN THEY MUST BE LONG SUFFERING AS WELL.

       TERRY MARTIN, WHAT IS A HIPPIE?




THERE IS A PLACE WHERE THERE IS NO FEAR
WHERE THE SUN'S WARMTH RADIATES THROUGH THE DEEPEST CLOUDS
WHERE THE SWEET AIR SINGS THE FRAGRANCE OF PEACE
WHERE DAILY THE SUN SLIPS AWAY LONG ENOUGH ONLY TO EXPOSE ITS HOLIDAY MOON
WHERE ENERGY LIFTS SOULMATES TO FLOAT WITHIN A BUBBLE
WHERE TIME IS NOTICEABLE ONLY BY THE CHANGE OF COLOR
WHERE THE SKY IS KNOWN FOR ITS DEPTH AND BRILLIANCE
AND THE ROAD IS PAVED WITH GOLD.

THERE IS A PLACE THAT ONLY WE KNOW
AS TWO BECOME FUSED INTO ONE
AS THE FIRE WARMS DESIRE AND IMAGINATION
AS WE CREATE OUR SECRET MEMORIES
WITH LOVE AS THE LENS OF OUR PHOTOGRAPHS
WHERE OUR WIND'S MUSIC IS CRADLED RHYTHMICALLY, SLOWING INTO QUIET COMFORT.

OUR TIME IS IN EACH MOMENT



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OUR CLOSENESS, SACRED
WE DANCE TO THE MOMENTUM OF THE TIDE
WE SOAR WITH THE RAREST EAGLES

ALONE, I BEND, I MOVE.
ALONE, YOU BEND, YOU MOVE.
CLOSER AS TO COMPLETE THE OTHERS' SENTENCE, AND SING WHEN LYRICS ARE LOST
W E BALANCE THE MOVEMENT AND DANCE AS DIAMONDS ON WATER.

IT IS REAL.
IT IS MIRRORED MAGIC.
MAY WE ALWAYS SURRENDER TO ITS PATH.

       BALANCE


I'M TIRED OF BEING WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE
FEELING SO FAITHLESS LOST UNDER THE SURFACE
DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE EXPECTING OF ME
PUT UNDER THE PRESSURE OF WALKING IN YOUR SHOES
(CAUGHT IN THE UNDERTOW JUST CAUGHT IN THE UNDERTOW )
EVERY STEP THAT I TAKE IS ANOTHER MISTAKE TO YOU
(CAUGHT IN THE UNDERTOW JUST CAUGHT IN THE UNDERTOW )

[CHORUS]
I'VE BECOME SO NUMB I CAN'T FEEL YOU THERE
I'VE BECOME SO TIRED SO MUCH MORE AWARE
I'M BECOMING THIS ALL I WANT TO DO
IS BE MORE LIKE ME AND BE LESS LIKE YOU

CAN'T YOU SEE THAT YOU'RE SMOTHERING ME
HOLDING TOO TIGHTLY AFRAID TO LOSE CONTROL
CAUSE EVERYTHING THAT YOU THOUGHT I WOULD BE
HAS FALLEN APART RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU
(CAUGHT IN THE UNDERTOW JUST CAUGHT IN THE UNDERTOW )
EVERY STEP THAT I TAKE IS ANOTHER MISTAKE TO YOU
(CAUGHT IN THE UNDERTOW JUST CAUGHT IN THE UNDERTOW )
AND EVERY SECOND I WASTE IS MORE THAN I CAN TAKE

[CHORUS]
I'VE BECOME SO NUMB I CAN'T FEEL YOU THERE
I'VE BECOME SO TIRED SO MUCH MORE AWARE
I'M BECOMING THIS ALL I WANT TO DO
IS BE MORE LIKE ME AND BE LESS LIKE YOU

AND I KNOW
I MAY END UP FAILING TOO
BUT I KNOW
YOU WERE JUST LIKE ME WITH SOMEONE DISAPPOINTED IN YOU

[CHORUS]
I'VE BECOME SO NUMB I CAN'T FEEL YOU THERE
I'VE BECOME SO TIRED SO MUCH MORE AWARE
I'M BECOMING THIS ALL I WANT TO DO
IS BE MORE LIKE ME AND BE LESS LIKE YOU



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[CHORUS]
I'VE BECOME SO NUMB I CAN'T FEEL YOU THERE
TIRED OF BEING WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE
I'VE BECOME SO NUMB I CAN'T FEEL YOU THERE
TIRED OF BEING WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE

       LINKIN PARK, NUMB


EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- WASTELAND.

       THE LANDSPEEDER WITH LUKE, ARTOO, THREEPIO, AND BEN IN IT
       ZOOMS ACROSS THE DESERT. THE SPEEDER STOPS ON A BLUFF
       OVERLOOKING THE SPACEPORT AT MOS EISLEY. IT IS A HAPHAZARD
       ARRAY OF LOW , GREY, CONCRETE STRUCTURES AND SEMI-DOMES. A
       HARSH GALE BLOWS ACROSS THE STARK CANYON FLOOR. LUKE ADJUSTS
       HIS GOGGLES AND WALKS TO THE EDGE OF THE CRAGGY BLUFF WHERE
       BEN IS STANDING.

BEN: MOS EISLEY SPACEPORT. YOU WILL NEVER FIND A MORE WRETCHED HIVE OF
SCUM AND VILLAINY. W E MUST BE CAUTIOUS.

        BEN LOOKS OVER AT LUKE, WHO GIVES THE OLD JEDI A DETERMINED
       SMILE.

EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- MOS EISLEY -- STREET.

       THE SPEEDER IS STOPPED ON A CROWDED STREET BY SEVERAL
       COMBAT-HARDEND STORMTROOPERS WHO LOOK OVER THE TWO ROBOTS. A
       TROOPER QUESTIONS LUKE.

TROOPER: HOW LONG HAVE YOU HAD THESE DROIDS?

LUKE: ABOUT THREE OR FOUR SEASONS.

BEN: THEY'RE FOR SALE IF YOU WANT THEM.

TROOPER: LET ME SEE YOUR IDENTIFICATION.

        LUKE BECOMES VERY NERVOUS AS HE FUMBLES TO FIND HIS ID
       WHILE BEN SPEAKS TO THE TROOPER IN A VERY CONTROLLED VOICE.

BEN: YOU DON'T NEED TO SEE HIS IDENTIFICATION.

TROOPER: W E DON'T NEED TO SEE HIS IDENTIFICATION.

BEN: THESE ARE NOT THE DROIDS YOU'RE LOOKING FOR.

TROOPER: THESE ARE NOT THE DROIDS WE'RE LOOKING FOR.

BEN: HE CAN GO ABOUT HIS BUSINESS.

TROOPER: YOU CAN GO ABOUT YOUR BUSINESS.




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BEN: (TO LUKE) MOVE ALONG.

TROOPER: MOVE ALONG. MOVE ALONG.

        GUESS !


SOME SAY LOVE, IT IS A RIVER
THAT DROWNS THE TENDER REED.
SOME SAY LOVE, IT IS A RAZOR
THAT LEAVES YOUR SOUL TO BLEED.
SOME SAY LOVE, IT IS A HUNGER,
AN ENDLESS ACHING NEED.
I SAY LOVE, IT IS A FLOWER,
AND YOU ITS ONLY SEED.

IT'S THE HEART AFRAID OF BREAKING
THAT NEVER LEARNS TO DANCE.
IT'S THE DREAM AFRAID OF WAKING
THAT NEVER TAKES THE CHANCE.
IT'S THE ONE WHO WON'T BE TAKEN,
WHO CANNOT SEEM TO GIVE,
AND THE SOUL AFRAID OF DYIN'
THAT NEVER LEARNS TO LIVE.

W HEN THE NIGHT HAS BEEN TOO LONELY
AND THE ROAD HAS BEEN TO LONG,
AND YOU THINK THAT LOVE IS ONLY
FOR THE LUCKY AND THE STRONG,
JUST REMEMBER IN THE WINTER
FAR BENEATH THE BITTER SNOWS
LIES THE SEED THAT WITH THE SUN'S LOVE
IN THE SPRING BECOMES THE ROSE.

        BETTE MIDLER, THE ROSE


BE LIKE WATER MAKING ITS WAY THROUGH CRACKS. DO NOT BE ASSERTIVE, BUT ADJUST TO THE
OBJECT, AND YOU SHALL FIND A WAY AROUND OR THROUGH IT. IF NOTHING WITHIN YOU STAYS RIGID,
OUTWARD THINGS WILL DISCLOSE THEMSELVES. EMPTY YOUR MIND, BE FORMLESS. SHAPELESS, LIKE
WATER. IF YOU PUT WATER INTO A CUP, IT BECOMES THE CUP. YOU PUT WATER INTO A BOTTLE AND IT
BECOMES THE BOTTLE. YOU PUT IT IN A TEAPOT IT BECOMES THE TEAPOT. NOW , WATER CAN FLOW OR
IT CAN CRASH. BE WATER MY FRIEND.

        BRUCE LEE


MOTHER, MOTHER OCEAN, I HAVE HEARD YOU CALL
W ANTED TO SAIL UPON YOUR WATERS SINCE I WAS THREE FEET TALL
YOU'VE SEEN IT ALL, YOU'VE SEEN IT ALL

W ATCHED THE MEN WHO RODE YOU SWITCH FROM SAILS TO STEAM
AND IN YOUR BELLY YOU HOLD THE TREASURES FEW HAVE EVER SEEN
MOST OF 'EM DREAM, MOST OF 'EM DREAM




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YES I AM A PIRATE, TWO HUNDRED YEARS TOO LATE
THE CANNONS DON'T THUNDER, THERE'S NOTHIN' TO PLUNDER
I'M AN OVER-FORTY VICTIM OF FATE
ARRIVING TOO LATE, ARRIVING TOO LATE

I'VE DONE A BIT OF SMUGGLIN', I'VE RUN MY SHARE OF GRASS
I MADE ENOUGH MONEY TO BUY MIAMI, BUT I PISSED IT AWAY SO FAST
NEVER MEANT TO LAST, NEVER MEANT TO LAST

AND I HAVE BEEN DRUNK NOW FOR OVER TWO WEEKS
I PASSED OUT AND I RALLIED AND I SPRUNG A FEW LEAKS
BUT I GOT TO STOP WISHIN', GOT TO GO FISHIN'
DOWN TO ROCK BOTTOM AGAIN
JUST A FEW FRIENDS, JUST A FEW FRIENDS

I GO FOR YOUNGER WOMEN, LIVED WITH SEVERAL AWHILE
THOUGH I RAN 'EM AWAY, THEY'D COME BACK ONE DAY
STILL COULD MANAGE TO SMILE
JUST TAKES A WHILE, JUST TAKES A WHILE

MOTHER, MOTHER OCEAN, AFTER ALL THE YEARS I'VE FOUND
MY OCCUPATIONAL HAZARD BEING MY OCCUPATION'S JUST NOT AROUND
I FEEL LIKE I'VE DROWNED, GONNA HEAD UPTOWN

       JIMMY BUFFETT, A PIRATE LOOKS AT 40

ON THE SCABBARD:

DUTY LOYALTY
HEROIC COURAGE
HONESTY JUSTICE


INSCRIBED ON THE SWORD BLADE IS THE FOLLOWING:

"I BELONG TO THE WARRIOR, IN WHO THE OLD WAYS HAVE JOINED THE NEW ."

       THE LAST SAMURAI


LOOK, IF YOU HAD ONE SHOT, ONE OPPORTUNITY
TO SEIZE EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANTED-ONE MOMENT
W OULD YOU CAPTURE IT OR JUST LET IT SLIP?

HIS PALMS ARE SWEATY, KNEES WEAK, ARMS ARE HEAVY
THERE'S VOMIT ON HIS SWEATER ALREADY, MOM'S SPAGHETTI
HE'S NERVOUS, BUT ON THE SURFACE HE LOOKS CALM AND READY
TO DROP BOMBS, BUT HE KEEPS ON FORGETTIN
W HAT HE WROTE DOWN, THE WHOLE CROWD GOES SO LOUD
HE OPENS HIS MOUTH, BUT THE WORDS WON'T COME OUT
HE'S CHOKIN, HOW EVERYBODY'S JOKIN NOW
THE CLOCK'S RUN OUT, TIME'S UP OVER, BLOUWW !
SNAP BACK TO REALITY, OH THERE GOES GRAVITY
OH, THERE GOES RABBIT, HE CHOKED
HE'S SO MAD, BUT HE WON'T GIVE UP THAT



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IS HE? NO
HE WON'T HAVE IT , HE KNOWS HIS WHOLE BACK CITY'S ROPES
IT DON'T MATTER, HE'S DOPE
HE KNOWS THAT, BUT HE'S BROKE
HE'S SO STACKED THAT HE KNOWS
W HEN HE GOES BACK TO HIS MOBILE HOME, THAT'S WHEN IT'S
BACK TO THE LAB AGAIN YO
THIS WHOLE RHAPSODY
HE BETTER GO CAPTURE THIS MOMENT AND HOPE IT DON'T PASS HIM

[HOOK:]
YOU BETTER LOSE YOURSELF IN THE MUSIC, THE MOMENT
YOU OWN IT, YOU BETTER NEVER LET IT GO
YOU ONLY GET ONE SHOT, DO NOT MISS YOUR CHANCE TO BLOW
THIS OPPORTUNITY COMES ONCE IN A LIFETIME YO

THE SOUL'S ESCAPING, THROUGH THIS HOLE THAT IT'S GAPING
THIS WORLD IS MINE FOR THE TAKING
MAKE ME KING, AS WE MOVE TOWARD A, NEW WORLD ORDER
A NORMAL LIFE IS BORIN, BUT SUPERSTARDOM'S CLOSE TO POST MORTAR
IT ONLY GROWS HARDER, ONLY GROWS HOTTER
HE BLOWS US ALL OVER THESE HOES IS ALL ON HIM
COAST TO COAST SHOWS, HE'S KNOW AS THE GLOBETROTTER
LONELY ROADS, GOD ONLY KNOWS
HE'S GROWN FARTHER FROM HOME, HE'S NO FATHER
HE GOES HOME AND BARELY KNOWS HIS OWN DAUGHTER
BUT HOLD YOUR NOSE CUZ HERE GOES THE COLD WATER
HIS HOES DON'T WANT HIM NO MO, HE'S COLD PRODUCT
THEY MOVED ON TO THE NEXT SCHMOE WHO FLOWS
HE NOSE DOVE AND SOLD NADA
SO THE SOAP OPERA IS TOLD AND UNFOLDS
I SUPPOSE IT'S OLD POTNA, BUT THE BEAT GOES ON
DA DA DUM DA DUM DA DA

[HOOK]

NO MORE GAMES, I'MA CHANGE WHAT YOU CALL RAGE
TEAR THIS MOTHAFUCKIN ROOF OFF LIKE 2 DOGS CAGED
I WAS PLAYIN IN THE BEGINNIN, THE MOOD ALL CHANGED
I BEEN CHEWED UP AND SPIT OUT AND BOOED OFF STAGE
BUT I KEPT RHYMIN AND STEPWRITIN THE NEXT CYPHER
BEST BELIEVE SOMEBODY'S PAYIN THE PIED PIPER
ALL THE PAIN INSIDE AMPLIFIED BY THE FACT
THAT I CAN'T GET BY WITH MY 9 TO 5
AND I CAN'T PROVIDE THE RIGHT TYPE OF LIFE FOR MY FAMILY
CUZ MAN, THESE GODDAM FOOD STAMPS DON'T BUY DIAPERS
AND IT'S NO MOVIE, THERE'S NO MEKHI PHIFER, THIS IS MY LIFE
AND THESE TIMES ARE SO HARD AND IT'S GETTING EVEN HARDER
TRYIN TO FEED AND WATER MY SEED, PLUS
SEE DISHONOR CAUGHT UP BEIN A FATHER AND A PRIMA DONNA
BABY MAMA DRAMA'S SCREAMIN ON AND
TOO MUCH FOR ME TO WANNA
STAY IN ONE SPOT, ANOTHER JAM OR NOT
HAS GOTTEN ME TO THE POINT, I'M LIKE A SNAIL
I'VE GOT TO FORMULATE A PLOT FORE I END UP IN JAIL OR SHOT



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SUCCESS IS MY ONLY MOTHAFUCKIN OPTION, FAILURE'S NOT
MOM, I LOVE YOU, BUT THIS TRAIL HAS GOT TO GO
I CANNOT GROW OLD IN SALEM'S LOT
SO HERE I GO IS MY SHOT.
FEET FAIL ME NOT CUZ MAYBE THE ONLY OPPORTUNITY THAT I GOT

[HOOK]

YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU SET YOUR MIND TO, MAN…

         EMINEM, LOSE YOURSELF


I FEEL LIKE THERE IS NO NEED FOR CONVERSATION
SOME QUESTIONS ARE BETTER LEFT WITHOUT A REASON
AND I WOULD RATHER REVEAL MYSELF THAN MY SITUATION
NOW AND THEN I CONSIDER, MY HESITATION

THE MORE THE LIGHT SHINES THROUGH ME
I PRETEND TO CLOSE MY EYES
THE MORE THE DARK CONSUMES ME
I PRETEND I'M BURNING, BURNING BRIGHT

I WONDER IF THE THINGS I DID WERE JUST TO BE DIFFERENT
TO SPARE MYSELF OF THE CONSTANT SHAME OF MY EXISTENCE
AND I WOULD SURELY REDEEM MYSELF IN MY DESPERATION
HERE AND NOW I'LL EXPRESS, MY SITUATION

THE MORE THE LIGHT SHINES THROUGH ME
I PRETEND TO CLOSE MY EYES
THE MORE THE DARK CONSUMES ME
I PRETEND I'M BURNING BRIGHT

THE MORE THE LIGHT SHINES THROUGH ME
I PRETEND TO CLOSE MY EYES
THE MORE THE DARK CONSUMES ME
I PRETEND I'M BURNING

THERE'S NOTHING EVER WRONG BUT NOTHING'S EVER RIGHT
SUCH A CRUEL CONTRADICTION
I KNOW I CROSS THE LINES ITS NOT EASY TO DEFINE
I'M BORN TO INDECISION
THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING NEW SOME PATH I'M SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE
W ITH NO PARTICULAR RHYME OR REASON

THE MORE THE LIGHT SHINES THROUGH ME
I PRETEND TO CLOSE MY EYES
THE MORE THE DARK CONSUMES ME
I PRETEND I'M BURNING BRIGHT

THE MORE THE LIGHT SHINES THROUGH ME
I PRETEND TO CLOSE MY EYES
THE MORE THE DARK CONSUMES ME
I PRETEND I'M BURNING




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I FEEL LIKE THERE IS NO NEED FOR CONVERSATION

       SHINEDOWN, BURNING BRIGHT


EVERY TIME THAT I LOOK IN THE MIRROR
ALL THESE LINES ON MY FACE GETTING CLEARER
THE PAST IS GONE
IT WENT BY LIKE DUSK TO DAWN
ISN'T THAT THE WAY
EVERYBODY'S GOT THEIR DUES IN LIFE TO PAY

I KNOW NOBODY KNOWS
W HERE IT COMES AND WHERE IT GOES
I KNOW IT'S EVERYBODY'S SIN
YOU GOT TO LOSE TO KNOW HOW TO WIN

HALF MY LIFE'S IN BOOKS' WRITTEN PAGES
LIVE AND LEARN FROM FOOLS AND FROM SAGES
YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE
ALL THE THINGS COME BACK TO YOU

SING WITH ME SING FOR THE YEARS
SING FOR THE LAUGHTER AND SING FOR THE TEARS
SING WITH ME IF IT'S JUST FOR TODAY
MAYBE TOMORROW THE GOOD LORD WILL TAKE YOU AWAY

SING WITH ME SING FOR MY YEAR
SING FOR MY LAUGHTER AND SING FOR MY TEAR
SING WITH ME IF IT'S JUST FOR TODAY
MAYBE TOMORROW THE GOOD LORD WILL TAKE YOU AWAY

DREAM ON DREAM ON DREAM ON
DREAM YOURSELF A DREAM COME TRUE
DREAM ON DREAM ON DREAM ON
DREAM UNTIL YOUR DREAM COMES TRUE
DREAM ON DREAM ON DREAM ON DREAM ON
DREAM ON DREAM ON DREAM ON YEAH

SING WITH ME SING FOR MY YEAR
SING FOR MY LAUGHTER AND SING FOR MY TEAR
SING WITH ME IF IT'S JUST FOR TODAY
MAYBE TOMORROW THE GOOD LORD WILL TAKE YOU AWAY

SING WITH ME SING FOR MY YEAR
SING FOR MY LAUGHTER AND SING FOR MY TEAR
SING WITH ME IF IT'S JUST FOR TODAY
MAYBE TOMORROW THE GOOD LORD WILL TAKE YOU AWAY

       AEROSMITH, DREAM ON


IT'S GETTING TO THE POINT
W HERE I'M NO FUN ANYMORE
I AM SORRY



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SOMETIMES IT HURTS SO BADLY
I MUST CRY OUT LOUD
I AM LONELY
I AM YOURS, YOU ARE MINE
YOU ARE WHAT YOU ARE
AND YOU MAKE IT HARD -

REMEMBER WHAT WE'VE SAID AND DONE AND FELT
ABOUT EACH OTHER
OH BABE, HAVE MERCY
DON'T LET THE PAST REMIND US OF WHAT WE ARE NOT NOW
I AM NOT DREAMING.
I AM YOURS, YOU ARE MINE
YOU ARE WHAT YOU ARE
AND YOU MAKE IT HARD-

TEARING YOURSELF AWAY FROM ME NOW
YOU ARE FREE AND I AM CRYING
THIS DOES NOT MEAN I DON'T LOVE YOU
I DO, THAT'S FOREVER, YES AND FOR ALWAYS
I AM YOURS, YOU ARE MINE
YOU ARE WHAT YOU ARE
AND YOU MAKE IT HARD-

SOMETHING INSIDE IS TELLING ME THAT
I'VE GOT YOUR SECRET. ARE YOU STILL LISTENING?
FEAR IS THE LOCK, AND LAUGHTER THE KEY TO YOUR HEART
AND I LOVE YOU.

I AM YOURS, YOU ARE MINE, YOU ARE WHAT YOU ARE
AND YOU MAKE IT HARD-
AND YOU MAKE IT HARD-

FRIDAY EVENING, SUNDAY IN THE AFTERNOON
W HAT HAVE YOU GOT TO LOSE?
TUESDAY MORNIN', PLEASE BE GONE I'M TIRED OF YOU.
W HAT HAVE YOU GOT TO LOSE?
CAN I TELL IT LIKE IT IS? HELP ME I'M SUFFERIN'
LISTEN TO ME BABY-HELP ME I'M DYIN'
IT'S MY HEART THAT'S A SUFFERIN', IT'S A DYIN'
THAT'S WHAT I HAVE TO LOSE
I'VE GOT AN ANSWER
I'M GOING TO FLY AWAY
W HAT HAVE I GOT TO LOSE?
W ILL YOU COME SEE ME
THURSDAYS AND SATURDAYS?
W HAT HAVE YOU GOT TO LOSE?

CHESTNUT BROWN CANARY
RUBY THROATED SPARROW
SING A SONG DON'T BE LONG
THRILL ME TO THE MARROW
VOICES OF THE ANGELS RING AROUND THE MOONLIGHT
ASKING ME, SAID SHE'S SO FREE
HOW CAN YOU CATCH THE SPARROW ?



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LACY, LILTING, LADY, LOSING LOVE, LAMENTING

CHANGE MY LIFE, MAKE IT RIGHT
BE MY LADY.

       CROSBY, STILLS & NASH, JUDY BLUE EYES


                       ELLIE (SOFTLY)

               I WAS GIVEN SOMETHING WONDERFUL.
               SOMETHING THAT CHANGED ME. A VISION
               OF THE UNIVERSE THAT MADE IT
               OVERWHELMINGLY CLEAR JUST HOW TINY
               AND INSIGNIFICANT -- AND AT THE SAME
               TIME HOW RARE AND PRECIOUS WE ALL
               ARE. A VISION... THAT TELLS US WE
               BELONG TO SOMETHING GREATER THAN
               OURSELVES... THAT WE'RE NOT -- THAT
               NONE OF US -- IS ALONE.

       ELLIE ARROWAY, CONTACT


I TEAR MY HEART OPEN, I SEW MYSELF SHUT
MY WEAKNESS IS THAT I CARE TOO MUCH
MY SCARS REMIND ME THAT THE PAST IS REAL
I TEAR MY HEART OPEN JUST TO FEEL

DRUNK AND I'M FEELING DOWN
AND I JUST WANNA BE ALONE
I'M PISSED CAUSE YOU CAME AROUND
W HY DON'T YOU JUST GO HOME
'CAUSE YOU CHANNEL ALL YOUR PAIN
AND I CAN'T HELP YOU FIX YOURSELF
YOU'RE MAKING ME INSANE
ALL I CAN SAY IS

I TEAR MY HEART OPEN, I SEW MYSELF SHUT
MY WEAKNESS IS THAT I CARE TOO MUCH
AND OUR SCARS REMIND US THAT THE PAST IS REAL
I TEAR MY HEART OPEN JUST TO FEEL

I TRIED TO HELP YOU ONCE
AGAINST MY OWN ADVICE
I SAW YOU GOING DOWN
BUT YOU NEVER REALIZED
THAT YOU'RE DROWNING IN THE WATER
SO I OFFERED YOU MY HAND
COMPASSION'S IN MY NATURE
TONIGHT IS OUR LAST STAND

I'M DRUNK AND I'M FEELING DOWN
AND I JUST WANNA BE ALONE
YOU SHOULD'VE NEVER COME AROUND



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W HY DON'T YOU JUST GO HOME?
'CAUSE YOU'RE DROWNING IN THE WATER
AND I TRIED TO GRAB YOUR HAND
AND I LEFT MY HEART OPEN
BUT YOU DIDN'T UNDERSTAND
BUT YOU DIDN'T UNDERSTAND
GO FIX YOURSELF

I CAN'T HELP YOU FIX YOURSELF
BUT AT LEAST I CAN SAY I TRIED
I'M SORRY BUT I GOTTA MOVE ON WITH MY OWN LIFE
I CAN'T HELP YOU FIX YOURSELF
BUT AT LEAST I CAN SAY I TRIED
I'M SORRY BUT I GOTTA MOVE ON WITH MY OWN LIFE

       PAPA ROACH, SCARS


I BELIEVE THAT IMAGINATION IS STRONGER THAN KNOWLEDGE.
THAT MYTH IS MORE POTENT THAN HISTORY.
THAT DREAMS ARE MORE POWERFUL THAN FACTS.
THAT HOPE ALWAYS TRIUMPHS OVER EXPERIENCE.
THAT LAUGHTER IS THE ONLY CURE FOR GRIEF.
AND I BELIEVE THAT LOVE IS STRONGER THAN DEATH.

       ROBERT FULGHUM, I LEARNED IN KINDERGARTEN


 AGREEMENT 1
BE IMPECCABLE WITH YOUR WORD - SPEAK WITH INTEGRITY. SAY ONLY WHAT YOU MEAN. AVOID USING
THE WORD TO SPEAK AGAINST YOURSELF OR TO GOSSIP ABOUT OTHERS. USE THE POWER OF YOUR
WORD IN THE DIRECTION OF TRUTH AND LOVE.

AGREEMENT 2
DON‘T TAKE ANYTHING PERSONALLY - NOTHING OTHERS DO IS BECAUSE OF YOU. W HAT OTHERS SAY
AND DO IS A PROJECTION OF THEIR OWN REALITY, THEIR OWN DREAM. W HEN YOU ARE IMMUNE TO THE
OPINIONS AND ACTIONS OF OTHERS, YOU WON‘T BE THE VICTIM OF NEEDLESS SUFFERING.

AGREEMENT 3
DON‘T MAKE ASSUMPTIONS - FIND THE COURAGE TO ASK QUESTIONS AND TO EXPRESS WHAT YOU
REALLY WANT. COMMUNICATE WITH OTHERS AS CLEARLY AS YOU CAN TO AVOID MISUNDERSTANDINGS,
SADNESS AND DRAMA. W ITH JUST THIS ONE AGREEMENT, YOU CAN COMPLETELY TRANSFORM YOUR LIFE.

AGREEMENT 4
ALWAYS DO YOUR BEST - YOUR BEST IS GOING TO CHANGE FROM MOMENT TO MOMENT; IT WILL BE
DIFFERENT WHEN YOU ARE HEALTHY AS OPPOSED TO SICK. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE, SIMPLY DO
YOUR BEST, AND YOU WILL AVOID SELF-JUDGMENT, SELF-ABUSE AND REGRET.

       DON MIGUEL RUIZ, THE FOUR AGREEMENTS: A PRACTICAL GUIDE TO PERSONAL FREEDOM


MY MOM USED TO CUT CHICKEN, CHOP EGGS AND SPREAD MAYO ON THE SAME CUTTING BOARD WITH
THE SAME KNIFE AND NO BLEACH, BUT WE DIDN'T SEEM TO GET FOOD POISONING.

MY MOM USED TO DEFROST HAMBURGER ON THE COUNTER (AND I USED TO EAT IT RAW SOMETIMES )



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AND OUR SCHOOL SANDWICHES WERE WRAPPED IN WAX PAPER IN A BROWN PAPER BAG, NOT IN ICEPACK
COOLERS…BUT I CAN'T REMEMBER GETTING ECOLI?

ALMOST ALL OF US WOULD HAVE RATHER GONE SWIMMING IN THE LAKE INSTEAD OF A PRISTINE POOL
(TALK ABOUT BORING). NO BEACH CLOSURES THEN.

THE TERM CELL PHONE WOULD HAVE CONJURED UP A PHONE IN A JAIL CELL, AND A PAGER WAS THE
SCHOOL PA SYSTEM.

W E ALL TOOK GYM, NOT PE…AND RISKED PERMANENT INJURY WITH A PAIR OF HIGH TOP KED'S (ONLY
WORN IN GYM) INSTEAD OF HAVING CROSS-TRAINING ATHLETIC SHOES WITH AIR CUSHION SOLES AND
BUILT IN LIGHT REFLECTORS. I CAN'T RECALL ANY INJURIES, BUT THEY MUST HAVE HAPPENED BECAUSE
THEY TELL US HOW MUCH SAFER WE ARE NOW . FLUNKING GYM WAS NOT AN OPTION…EVEN FOR STUPID
KIDS! I GUESS PE MUST BE MUCH HARDER THAN GYM.

EVERY YEAR, SOMEONE TAUGHT THE WHOLE SCHOOL A LESSON AND PROVIDED COMIC RELIEF BY
RUNNING IN THE HALLS WITH LEATHER SOLES ON LINOLEUM TILE AND HITTING THE WET SPOT. HOW
MUCH BETTER OFF WOULD WE BE TODAY IF WE ONLY KNEW WE COULD HAVE SUED THE SCHOOL SYSTEM.

SPEAKING OF SCHOOL, WE ALL SAID PRAYERS AND SANG THE NATIONAL ANTHEM…AND STAYING IN
DETENTION AFTER SCHOOL CAUSED ALL SORTS OF NEGATIVE ATTENTION.

W E MUST HAVE HAD HORRIBLY DAMAGED PSYCHES. I CAN'T UNDERSTAND IT.

SCHOOLS DIDN'T OFFER 14-YEAR OLD KIDS ABORTIONS OR CONDOMS (WE WOULDN'T HAVE KNOWN
WHAT EITHER WAS ANYWAY), BUT THEY DID GIVE US A COUPLE OF BABY ASPIRIN AND COUGH SYRUP IF
WE STARTED GETTING THE SNIFFLES.

W HAT AN ARCHAIC HEALTH SYSTEM WE HAD THEN. REMEMBER SCHOOL NURSES? OURS WORE A HAT
AND EVERYTHING.

I THOUGHT THAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO ACCOMPLISH SOMETHING BEFORE I WAS ALLOWED TO BE PROUD
OF MYSELF .

I JUST CAN'T RECALL HOW BORED WE WERE WITHOUT COMPUTERS, PLAY STATIONS, NINTENDO, X-BOX
OR 270 DIGITAL TV CABLE STATIONS. I MUST BE REPRESSING THAT MEMORY AS I TRY TO RATIONALIZE
THROUGH THE DENIAL OF THE DANGERS THAT COULD HAVE BEFALLEN US AS WE TREKKED OFF EACH DAY
ABOUT A HALF MILE DOWN THE ROAD TO SOME GUY'S VACANT LOT. W E BUILT FORTS OUT OF BRANCHES
AND PIECES OF PLYWOOD, MADE TRAILS AND FOUGHT OVER WHO GOT TO BE THE LONE RANGER. W HAT
WAS THAT PROPERTY OWNER THINKING LETTING US PLAY ON THAT LOT? HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN
LOCKED UP FOR NOT PUTTING UP A FENCE AROUND THE PROPERTY, COMPLETE WITH A SELF-CLOSING
GATE AND AN INFRARED INTRUDER ALARM.

OH YEAH, AND WHERE WAS THE BENADRYL AND STERILIZATION KIT WHEN I GOT THAT BEE STING? I
COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!

W E PLAYED KING OF THE HILL ON PILES OF GRAVEL LEFT ON VACANT CONSTRUCTION SITES, AND WHEN
WE GOT HURT, MOM PULLED OUT THE 48 CENT BOTTLE OF MERCUROCHROME (KIDS CALLED IT "MONKEY
BLOOD" AND LIKED IT BETTER BECAUSE IT DIDN'T STING LIKE IODINE DID) AND THEN WE GOT OUR BUTT
SPANKED. NOW IT'S A TRIP TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM, FOLLOWED BY A 10-DAY DOSE OF A $89 BOTTLE
OF ANTIBIOTICS, AND THEN MOM CALLS THE ATTORNEY TO SUE THE CONTRACTOR FOR LEAVING A
HORRIBLY VICIOUS PILE OF GRAVEL WHERE IT WAS SUCH A THREAT.

W E DIDN'T ACT UP AT THE NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE EITHER. IF WE DID, WE GOT OUR BUTT SPANKED
(PHYSICAL ABUSE) HERE TOO AND THEN WE GOT OUR BUTT SPANKED AGAIN WHEN WE GOT HOME.



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MOM INVITED THE DOOR-TO-DOOR SALESMAN INSIDE FOR COFFEE, KIDS CHOKED DOWN THE DUST FROM
THE GRAVEL DRIVEWAY WHILE PLAYING WITH TONKA TRUCKS (TONKA TRUCKS WEREN'T MADE TOUGH SO
THAT THEY COULD TAKE THE ROUGH BERBER IN THE FAMILY ROOM), AND DAD DROVE A CAR WITH
LEADED GAS.

OUR MUSIC HAD TO BE LEFT INSIDE WHEN WE WENT OUT TO PLAY, AND I AM SURE THAT I NEARLY
EXHAUSTED MY IMAGINATION A COUPLE OF TIMES WHEN WE WENT ON A TWO WEEK VACATION. I SHOULD
PROBABLY SUE THE FOLKS NOW FOR THE DANGER THEY PUT US IN WHEN WE ALL SLEPT IN
CAMPGROUNDS IN THE FAMILY TENT.

SUMMERS WERE SPENT BEHIND THE PUSH LAWN MOWER AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT MOWERS CAME
WITH MOTORS UNTIL I WAS 13. W E GOT ONE WITHOUT AN AUTOMATIC BLADE-STOP AND IT DID NOT HAVE
POWERED WHEELS. HOW SICK WERE MY PARENTS?

OF COURSE, MY PARENTS WEREN'T THE ONLY PSYCHOS. I RECALL DONNY REYNOLDS FROM NEXT DOOR
COMING OVER AND DOING HIS TRICKS ON THE FRONT STOOP JUST BEFORE HE FELL OFF. LITTLE DID HIS
MOM KNOW THAT SHE COULD HAVE OWNED OUR HOUSE. INSTEAD, SHE PICKED HIM UP AND SWATTED
HIM FOR BEING SUCH A GOOF. IT WAS A NEIGHBORHOOD RUN AMUCK.

TO TOP IT OFF, NOT A SINGLE PERSON I KNEW HAD EVER BEEN TOLD THAT THEY WERE FROM A
DYSFUNCTIONAL FAMILY. HOW COULD WE POSSIBLY HAVE KNOWN THAT WE NEEDED TO GET INTO
GROUP THERAPY AND ANGER MANAGEMENT CLASSES?

W E WERE OBVIOUSLY SO DUPED BY SO MANY SOCIETAL ILLS THAT WE DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE THAT THE
ENTIRE COUNTRY WASN'T TAKING PROZAC! HOW DID WE EVER SURVIVE?

THINK ABOUT IT BEFORE YOU LAUGH, THIS IS NOT A JOKE, IT'S THE WAY IT WAS IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS...

        ANON, THE WAY IT WAS


LIFE IS NOT A JOURNEY TO THE GRAVE
WITH THE INTENTION OF ARRIVING SAFELY
IN AN ATTRACTIVE AND WELL PRESERVED BODY,
BUT RATHER TO SKID IN SIDEWAYS --
BLUNT IN ONE HAND -
COCKTAIL IN THE OTHER -
BODY THOROUGHLY USED UP,
TOTALLY WORN OUT,
AND SCREAMING...

"WOO HOO! W HAT A RIDE!"

        ANON


THE WHOLE CONVICTION OF MY LIFE NOW RESTS UPON THE BELIEF THAT LONELINESS, FAR FROM BEING
A RARE AND CURIOUS PHENOMENON, IS THE CENTRAL AND INEVITABLE FACT OF HUMAN EXISTENCE.

        THOMAS WOLFE, GOD'S LONELY MAN


THE LATE SPRING SUN SITS SOFTLY UPON THE LEAVES WHILST
AN EVENSONG CHORUS RESONATES BEAUTIFULLY FROM THE TREES.




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BEFORE ME, THE GREAT W ELL IS, AS IT ALWAYS IS,
MAGNIFICENT - PEACEFUL - WONDROUS.

BENEATH IT, THE LIFE BLOOD OF THE EARTH FLOWS ON,
NEVER STILL, ALWAYS PRESENT, LIKE THE GUARDIANS OF THIS LAND AND PLACE.

THE CALMING FORCE THAT IS THE GARDEN CLAIMS ME AND MY MIND IS STILL -
I AM ONE AGAIN WITH THE EARTH AND WITH THIS SACRED PLACE.

THE BIRDS STILL SING, THE WATER FLOWS ON AND THE SUN STILL SOFTENS
THE GROUND, BUT NOW ...NOW I AM SMILING
AND THE GARDEN SMILES WITH ME.

        ANON, SUMMER SOLSTICE


                                  I DIG MY TOES INTO THE SAND.
          THE OCEAN LOOKS LIKE A THOUSAND DIAMONDS STREWN ACROSS A BLUE BLANKET.
     I LEAN AGAINST THE WIND, PRETEND THAT I AM WEIGHTLESS AND IN THIS MOMENT I AM HAPPY.

                                      I WISH YOU WERE HERE
                                      I WISH YOU WERE HERE
                                      I WISH YOU WERE HERE
                                     I WISH YOU WERE HERE.

                                I LAY MY HEAD ONTO THE SAND.
                THE SKY RESEMBLES A BACKLIT CANOPY WITH HOLES PUNCHED IN IT.
                                      I'M COUNTING UFO'S.
                               I SIGNAL THEM WITH MY LIGHTER
                            AND IN THIS MOMENT I AM HAPPY, HAPPY.

                                      I WISH YOU WERE HERE
                                      I WISH YOU WERE HERE
                                      I WISH YOU WERE HERE
                                     I WISH YOU WERE HERE.

                 THE WORLD'S A ROLLER COASTER AND I AM NOT STRAPPED IN.
              MAYBE I SHOULD HOLD WITH CARE, BUT MY HANDS ARE BUSY IN THE AIR.

                                      I WISH YOU WERE HERE
                                      I WISH YOU WERE HERE
                                      I WISH YOU WERE HERE
                                     I WISH YOU WERE HERE.

        INCUBUS, WISH YOU WERE HERE


PRESSURE PUSHING DOWN ON ME
PRESSING DOWN ON YOU NO MAN ASK FOR
UNDER PRESSURE
THAT BURNS A BUILDING DOWN
SPLITS A FAMILY IN TWO
PUTS PEOPLE ON STREETS




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IT'S THE TERROR OF KNOWING
W HAT THIS WORLD IS ABOUT
W ATCHING SOME GOOD FRIENDS
SCREAMING ‖LET ME OUT‖!
PRAY TOMORROW TAKES ME HIGHER
PRESSURE ON PEOPLE
PEOPLE ON STREETS

CHIPPIN' AROUND
KICK MY BRAINS ‗ROUND THE FLOOR
THESE ARE THE DAYS
IT NEVER RAINS BUT IT POURS

IT'S THE TERROR OF KNOWING
W HAT THIS WORLD IS ABOUT
W ATCHING SOME GOOD FRIENDS
SCREAMING ―LET ME OUT!‖
PRAY TOMORROW TAKES ME HIGH HIGH HIGHER
PRESSURE ON PEOPLE
PEOPLE ON STREETS

TURNED AWAY FROM IT ALL
LIKE A BLIND MAN
SAT ON A FENCE BUT IT DON'T WORK
KEEP COMING UP WITH LOVE
BUT IT'S SO SLASHED AND TORN
W HY WHY WHY?
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE

INSANITY LAUGHS UNDER PRESSURE WE'RE CRACKING
W HY CAN'T WE GIVE OURSELVES ONE MORE CHANCE?
W HY CAN'T WE GIVE LOVE THAT ONE MORE CHANCE?
W HY CAN'T WE GIVE LOVE GIVE LOVE GIVE LOVE?

CAUSE LOVE'S SUCH AN OLD FASHIONED WORD
AND LOVE DARES YOU TO CARE
FOR THE PEOPLE ON THE EDGE OF THE NIGHT
AND LOVE DARES YOU TO CHANGE OUR WAY
OF CARING ABOUT OURSELVES
THIS IS OUR LAST DANCE
THIS IS OURSELVES UNDER PRESSURE
UNDER PRESSURE
PRESSURE

       QUEEN, UNDER PRESSURE


AS A PERSON ACTS, SO HE BECOMES IN LIFE. THOSE WHO DO GOOD BECOME GOOD; THOSE WHO DO
HARM BECOME BAD. GOOD DEEDS MAKE ONE PURE; BAD DEEDS MAKE ONE IMPURE. SO WE ARE SAID TO
BE WHAT OUR DESIRE IS. AS OUR DESIRE IS, SO IS OUR WILL. AS OUR WILL IS, SO ARE OUR ACTS. AS
WE ACT, SO WE BECOME.

       BIHADARANYAKA UPANISHAD




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I WOKE THE OTHER DAY
AND SAW MY WORLD HAS CHANGED
THE PAST IS OVER BUT TOMORROW ‗S WISHFUL THINKING
I CAN‗T HOLD ONTO WHAT‗S BEEN DONE (WOAH-OH)
I CAN‗T GRAB ONTO WHAT‗S TO COME (WOAH-OH)
AND I‗M JUST WISHING I COULD STOP, BUT

LIFE GOES ON
COME OF AGE
CAN‗T HOLD ON
TURN THE PAGE

TIME ROLLS ON
W IPE THESE EYES
YESTERDAY LAUGHS
TOMORROW CRIES

MEMORIES ARE BITTERSWEET
THE GOOD TIMES WE CAN‗T REPEAT
THOSE DAYS ARE GONE AND WE CAN NEVER GET THEM BACK
NOW WE MUST MOVE AHEAD (WOAH-OH)
DESPITE OUR FEAR AND DREAD (WOAH-OH)
W E‗RE ALL JUST WISHING WE COULD STOP, BUT

LIFE GOES ON
COME OF AGE
CAN‗T HOLD ON
TURN THE PAGE

TIME ROLLS ON
W IPE YOUR EYES
YESTERDAY LAUGHS
TOMORROW CRIES

W ITH ALL OUR JOYS AND FEARS
W RAPPED IN FORGOTTEN YEARS
THE PAST IS LAUGHING AS TODAY JUST SLIPS AWAY
TIME TEARS DOWN WHAT WE‗VE MADE (WOAH-OH)
AND SETS ANOTHER STAGE (WOAH-OH)
AND I‗M JUST WISHING WE COULD STOP

LIFE GOES ON
COME OF AGE
CAN‗T HOLD ON
TURN THE PAGE

TIME ROLLS ON
W IPE THESE EYES
YESTERDAY LAUGHS
TOMORROW CRIES

TIME ROLLS ON…

       OFFSPRING, CAN'T REPEAT




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DURING EACH OF OUR JOURNEYS, THERE ARE THOSE INEVITABLE MOMENTS WHEN SOMEONE COMES
INTO OUR LIFE AT PRECISELY THE RIGHT TIME AND SAYS OR DOES PRECISELY THE RIGHT THING. THEIR
WORDS OR ACTIONS MAY HELP US PERCEIVE OURSELVES MORE CLEARLY, REMIND US THAT EVERYTHING
WILL TURN OUT FOR THE BEST, HELP US COPE, OR SEE US THROUGH DIFFICULT SITUATIONS. THESE
PEOPLE ARE HUMAN ANGELS - INDIVIDUALS DESIGNATED BY THE UNIVERSE TO BE OF SERVICE TO THOSE
IN NEED AT SPECIFIC POINTS IN TIME. SOME HUMAN ANGELS MAKE A COMMITMENT BEFORE THEIR BIRTHS
TO MAKE A POSITIVE CONTRIBUTION TO THE WORLD AT A PARTICULAR MOMENT. OTHERS WERE CHOSEN
BY THE UNIVERSE. ALL HUMAN ANGELS, HOWEVER, COME INTO OUR LIVES WHEN WE LEAST EXPECT
THEM AND WHEN WE CAN MOST BENEFIT FROM THEIR PRESENCE.

A FEW OF THE HUMAN ANGELS WE MAY ENCOUNTER ARE IN PROFESSIONS WHERE HELPING OTHERS IS
AN EVERYDAY OCCURRENCE. BUT MOST OF THEM ARE REGULAR PEOPLE, GOING ABOUT THEIR DAILY
LIVES UNTIL CALLED UPON TO BE IN THE RIGHT PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME TO BRING PEACE, JOY, HELP,
OR HEAL SOMEONE WHEN THEY MOST NEED IT. YOU MAY HAVE MET A HUMAN ANGEL IN THE FORM OF A
TEACHER WHO GAVE YOU A PIECE OF ADVICE THAT TOUCHED YOUR SOUL AND INFLUENCED YOUR PATH.
THE PERSON THAT MOMENTARILY STOPPED YOU TO SAY HELLO ON THE STREET, DELAYING YOU LONG
ENOUGH TO AVOID AN ONCOMING CAR OR A COLLISION, IS ALSO A HUMAN ANGEL. THEY MAY OFFER
NOTHING MORE THAN A KIND WORD OR A SMILE, BUT THEY WILL OFFER IT WHEN YOU CAN DRAW THE
MOST STRENGTH AND SUPPORT FROM THEIR SIMPLE ACTION.

YOU MAY BE A HUMAN ANGEL YET NOT KNOW IT. YOUR FATE OR INTUITION MAY GUIDE YOU TOWARD
OTHER PEOPLE'S CHALLENGING OR DISTRESSING SITUATIONS, LEADING YOU TO INFER THAT YOU SIMPLY
HAVE BAD LUCK. BUT RECOGNIZING YOURSELF AS A HUMAN ANGEL CAN HELP YOU DEAL WITH THE PAIN
YOU SEE AND UNDERSTAND THAT YOU ARE THERE TO HELP AND COMFORT OTHERS DURING THEIR TIMES
OF NEED. HUMAN ANGELS GIVE OF THEIR INNER LIGHT TO ALL WHO NEED IT, COMING INTO OUR LIVES AND
OFTEN CHANGING US FOREVER. THEIR TASK HAS ITS CHALLENGES, BUT IT IS THEY THAT HAVE THE
POWER TO TEACH, BRING US JOY, AND COMFORT US IN TIMES OF DESPAIR.

       Beings Of Light - Human Angels


SALARINO:

W HY, I AM SURE, IF HE FORFEIT, THOU WILT NOT TAKE HIS FLESH: WHAT'S THAT GOOD FOR?

SHYLOCK :

TO BAIT FISH WITHAL: IF IT WILL FEED NOTHING ELSE, IT WILL FEED MY REVENGE. HE HATH DISGRACED
ME, AND HINDERED ME HALF A MILLION; LAUGHED AT MY LOSSES, MOCKED AT MY GAINS, SCORNED MY
NATION, THWARTED MY BARGAINS, COOLED MY FRIENDS, HEATED MINE ENEMIES; AND WHAT'S HIS
REASON?
I AM A JEW . HATH NOT A JEW EYES? HATH NOT A JEW HANDS, ORGANS, DIMENSIONS, SENSES,
AFFECTIONS, PASSIONS? FED WITH THE SAME FOOD, HURT WITH THE SAME WEAPONS, SUBJECT
TO THE SAME DISEASES, HEALED BY THE SAME MEANS, WARMED AND COOLED BY THE SAME WINTER AND
SUMMER, AS A CHRISTIAN IS? IF YOU PRICK US, DO WE NOT BLEED? IF YOU TICKLE US, DO WE NOT
LAUGH? IF YOU POISON US, DO WE NOT DIE? AND IF YOU WRONG US, SHALL WE NOT REVENGE?
IF WE ARE LIKE YOU IN THE REST, WE WILL RESEMBLE YOU IN THAT. IF A JEW WRONG A CHRISTIAN,
WHAT IS HIS HUMILITY? REVENGE. IF A CHRISTIAN WRONG A JEW , WHAT SHOULD HIS SUFFERANCE BE BY
CHRISTIAN EXAMPLE? W HY, REVENGE. THE VILLANY YOU TEACH ME, I WILL EXECUTE, AND IT SHALL GO
HARD BUT I WILL BETTER THE INSTRUCTION.

       WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, MERCHANT OF VENICE




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LUNATIC FRINGE
I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE
YOU'RE IN HIDING
AND YOU HOLD YOUR MEETINGS
W E CAN HEAR YOU COMING
W E KNOW WHAT YOU'RE AFTER
W E'RE WISE TO YOU THIS TIME
W E WON'T LET YOU KILL THE LAUGHTER

LUNATIC FRINGE
IN THE TWILIGHT'S LAST GLEAMING
THIS IS OPEN SEASON
BUT YOU WON'T GET TOO FAR
W E KNOW YOU'VE GOT TO BLAME SOMEONE
FOR YOUR OWN CONFUSION
BUT WE'RE ON GUARD THIS TIME
AGAINST YOUR FINAL SOLUTION

W E CAN HEAR YOU COMING
(W E CAN HEAR YOU COMING)
NO YOU'RE NOT GOING TO WIN THIS TIME
W E CAN HEAR THE FOOTSTEPS
(W E CAN HEAR THE FOOTSTEPS)
W AY OUT ALONG THE WALKWAY
LUNATIC FRINGE
W E KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE
BUT IN THESE NEW DARK AGES
THERE WILL STILL BE LIGHT

AN EYE FOR AN EYE
W ELL, BEFORE YOU GO UNDER
CAN YOU FEEL THE RESISTANCE
CAN YOU FEEL THE...THUNDER

       RED RIDER, LUNATIC FRINGE

CALL YOU UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
LIKE A FIREFLY WITHOUT A LIGHT
YOU WERE THERE LIKE A SLOW TORCH BURNING
I WAS A KEY THAT COULD USE A LITTLE TURNING

SO TIRED THAT I COULDN'T EVEN SLEEP
SO MANY SECRETS I COULDN'T KEEP
PROMISED MYSELF I WOULDN'T WEEP
ONE MORE PROMISE I COULDN'T KEEP

IT SEEMS NO ONE CAN HELP ME NOW
I'M IN TOO DEEP
THERE'S NO WAY OUT
THIS TIME I HAVE REALLY LED MYSELF ASTRAY

RUNAWAY TRAIN NEVER GOING BACK
W RONG WAY ON A ONE WAY TRACK
SEEMS LIKE I SHOULD BE GETTING SOMEWHERE
SOMEHOW I'M NEITHER HERE NO THERE



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CAN YOU HELP ME REMEMBER HOW TO SMILE
MAKE IT SOMEHOW ALL SEEM WORTHWHILE
HOW ON EARTH DID I GET SO JADED
LIFE'S MYSTERY SEEMS SO FADED

I CAN GO WHERE NO ONE ELSE CAN GO
I KNOW WHAT NO ONE ELSE KNOWS
HERE I AM JUST DROWNIN' IN THE RAIN
W ITH A TICKET FOR A RUNAWAY TRAIN

EVERYTHING IS CUT AND DRY
DAY AND NIGHT, EARTH AND SKY
SOMEHOW I JUST DON'T BELIEVE IT

BOUGHT A TICKET FOR A RUNAWAY TRAIN
LIKE A MADMAN LAUGHIN' AT THE RAIN
LITTLE OUT OF TOUCH, LITTLE INSANE
JUST EASIER THAN DEALING WITH THE PAIN

RUNAWAY TRAIN NEVER COMIN' BACK
RUNAWAY TRAIN TEARIN' UP THE TRACK
RUNAWAY TRAIN BURNIN' IN MY VEINS
RUNAWAY BUT IT ALWAYS SEEMS THE SAME

       SOUL ASYLUM, RUNAWAY TRAIN


ONCE UPON A TIME I WAS OF THE MIND
TO LAY YOUR BURDEN DOWN
AND LEAVE YOU WHERE YOU STOOD
AND YOU BELIEVED I COULD
YOU'D SEEN IT DONE BEFORE
I COULD READ YOUR THOUGHTS
TELL YOU WHAT YOU SAW
AND NEVER SAY A WORD
NOW ALL THAT IS GONE
OVER WITH AND DONE - NEVER TO RETURN

(CHORUS)
I CAN TELL YOU WHY
PEOPLE DIE ALONE
I CAN TELL YOU I'M
A SHADOW ON THE SUN

STARING AT THE LOSS
LOOKING FOR A CAUSE
AND NEVER REALLY SURE
NOTHING BUT A HOLE
TO LIVE WITHOUT A SOUL
AND NOTHING TO BE LEARNED

(CHORUS 2)
I CAN TELL YOU WHY
PEOPLE GO INSANE



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I CAN SHOW YOU HOW
YOU COULD DO THE SAME
I CAN TELL YOU WHY
THE END WILL NEVER COME
I CAN TELL YOU I'M
A SHADOW ON THE SUN

SHAPES OF EVERY SIZE
MOVE BEHIND MY EYES
DOORS INSIDE MY HEAD
BOLTED FROM WITHIN
EVERY DROP OF FLAME
LIGHTS A CANDLE IN
MEMORY OF THE ONE
W HO LIVES INSIDE MY SKIN

        AUDIOSLAVE, SHADOW OF THE SUN


I HOPE THIS OLD TRAIN BREAKS DOWN
THEN I COULD TAKE A WALK AROUND
AND, SEE WHAT THERE IS TO SEE
AND TIME IS JUST A MELODY
ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE STREET
W ALK AS FAST AS THEIR FEET CAN TAKE THEM
I JUST ROLL THROUGH TOWN
AND THOUGH MY WINDOWS GOT A VIEW
THE FRAME I'M LOOKING THROUGH
SEEMS TO HAVE NO CONCERN FOR NOW
SO FOR NOW

I NEED THIS HERE
OLD TRAIN TO BREAKDOWN
OH PLEASE JUST
LET ME PLEASE BREAKDOWN

THIS ENGINE SCREAMS OUT LOUD
CENTIPEDE GONNA CRAWL WESTBOUND
SO I DON'T EVEN MAKE A SOUND
CAUSE IT'S GONNA' STING ME WHEN I LEAVE THIS TOWN
ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE STREET
THAT I‘LL NEVER GET TO MEET
IF THESE TRACKS DON'T BEND SOMEHOW
AND I GOT NO TIME
THAT I GOT TO GET TO
W HERE I DON'T NEED TO BE
SO I

I NEED THIS HERE
OLD TRAIN TO BREAKDOWN
OH PLEASE JUST
LET ME PLEASE BREAKDOWN
I NEED THIS HERE
OLD TRAIN TO BREAKDOWN
OH PLEASE JUST



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LET ME PLEASE BREAKDOWN
I WANNA BREAK ON DOWN
BUT I CANT STOP NOW
LET ME BREAK ON DOWN

BUT YOU CAN‘T STOP NOTHING
IF YOU GOT NO CONTROL
OF THE THOUGHTS IN YOUR MIND
THAT YOU KEPT IN, YOU KNOW
YOU DON'T KNOW NOTHING
BUT YOU DON'T NEED TO KNOW
THE WISDOM'S IN THE TREES
NOT THE GLASS WINDOWS
YOU CANT STOP WISHING
IF YOU DON'T LET GO
BUT THINGS THAT YOU FIND
AND YOU LOSE, AND YOU KNOW
YOU KEEP ON ROLLING
PUT THE MOMENT ON HOLD
THE FRAMES TOO BRIGHT
SO PUT THE BLINDS DOWN LOW

I NEED THIS HERE
OLD TRAIN TO BREAKDOWN
OH PLEASE JUST
LET ME PLEASE BREAKDOWN
I NEED THIS HERE
OLD TRAIN TO BREAKDOWN
OH PLEASE JUST
LET ME PLEASE BREAKDOWN
I WANNA BREAK ON DOWN
BUT I CANT STOP NOW .

       JACK JOHNSON , BREAKDOWN


DEFEAT IS NOT THE WORST OF FAILURES. NOT TO HAVE TRIED IS THE TRUE FAILURE...

       GEORGE E. WOODBERRY


ONE CAN CHOOSE TO GO BACK TOWARD SAFETY OR FORWARD TOWARD GROWTH. GROWTH MUST BE
CHOSEN AGAIN AND AGAIN; FEAR MUST BE OVERCOME AGAIN AND AGAIN.

       ABRAHAM MASLOW


A SOFT KITTY COMPLETE OF BODY PARTS AND DEVOID OF CUTS AND GASHES, LEFT ONLY TO A LIFE OF
EATING, SLEEPING AND BATHING IS OKAY TOO…

       ATHENA




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THE HUMAN BRAIN IS THE ONLY OBJECT IN THE KNOWN UNIVERSE THAT CAN PREDICT ITS OWN FUTURE
AND TELL ITS OWN FORTUNE. THE FACT THAT WE MAKE DISASTROUS DECISIONS EVEN AS WE FORESEE
THEIR CONSEQUENCES IS THE GREAT, UNSOLVED MYSTERY OF HUMAN BEHAVIOR.

W HEN YOU HOLD YOUR FATE IN YOUR HANDS, WHY WOULD YOU EVER MAKE A FIST?

       DANIEL GILBERT


STEP ONE YOU SAY WE NEED TO TALK
HE WALKS YOU SAY SIT DOWN IT'S JUST A TALK
HE SMILES POLITELY BACK AT YOU
YOU STARE POLITELY RIGHT ON THROUGH
SOME SORT OF WINDOW TO YOUR RIGHT
AS HE GOES LEFT AND YOU STAY RIGHT
BETWEEN THE LINES OF FEAR AND BLAME
AND YOU BEGIN TO WONDER WHY YOU CAME

W HERE DID I GO WRONG, I LOST A FRIEND
SOMEWHERE ALONG IN THE BITTERNESS
AND I WOULD HAVE STAYED UP WITH YOU ALL NIGHT
HAD I KNOWN HOW TO SAVE A LIFE

LET HIM KNOW THAT YOU KNOW BEST
CAUSE AFTER ALL YOU DO KNOW BEST
TRY TO SLIP PAST HIS DEFENSE
W ITHOUT GRANTING INNOCENCE
LAY DOWN A LIST OF WHAT IS WRONG
THE THINGS YOU'VE TOLD HIM ALL ALONG
AND PRAY TO GOD HE HEARS YOU
AND PRAY TO GOD HE HEARS YOU

W HERE DID I GO WRONG, I LOST A FRIEND
SOMEWHERE ALONG IN THE BITTERNESS
AND I WOULD HAVE STAYED UP WITH YOU ALL NIGHT
HAD I KNOWN HOW TO SAVE A LIFE

AS HE BEGINS TO RAISE HIS VOICE
YOU LOWER YOURS AND GRANT HIM ONE LAST CHOICE
DRIVE UNTIL YOU LOSE THE ROAD
OR BREAK WITH THE ONES YOU'VE FOLLOWED
HE WILL DO ONE OF TWO THINGS
HE WILL ADMIT TO EVERYTHING
OR HE'LL SAY HE'S JUST NOT THE SAME
AND YOU'LL BEGIN TO WONDER WHY YOU CAME

W HERE DID I GO WRONG, I LOST A FRIEND
SOMEWHERE ALONG IN THE BITTERNESS
AND I WOULD HAVE STAYED UP WITH YOU ALL NIGHT
HAD I KNOWN HOW TO SAVE A LIFE

W HERE DID I GO WRONG, I LOST A FRIEND
SOMEWHERE ALONG IN THE BITTERNESS
AND I WOULD HAVE STAYED UP WITH YOU ALL NIGHT
HAD I KNOWN HOW TO SAVE A LIFE



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC100                      MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                      JUST STUFF

HOW TO SAVE A LIFE
HOW TO SAVE A LIFE

W HERE DID I GO WRONG, I LOST A FRIEND
SOMEWHERE ALONG IN THE BITTERNESS
AND I WOULD HAVE STAYED UP WITH YOU ALL NIGHT
HAD I KNOWN HOW TO SAVE A LIFE

W HERE DID I GO WRONG, I LOST A FRIEND
SOMEWHERE ALONG IN THE BITTERNESS
AND I WOULD HAVE STAYED UP WITH YOU ALL NIGHT
HAD I KNOWN HOW TO SAVE A LIFE

       THE FRAY, HOW TO SAVE A LIFE


AS CHILDREN BRING THEIR BROKEN TOYS
W ITH TEARS FOR US TO MEND
I TOOK MY BROKEN DREAMS TO GOD
BECAUSE HE WAS MY FRIEND

BUT THEN INSTEAD OF LEAVING HIM
IN PEACE TO WORK ALONE
I HUNG AROUND AND TRIED TO HELP
W ITH WAYS THAT WERE MY OWN.

AT LAST I SNATCHED THEM BACK AND CRIED,
―HOW COULD YOU BE SO SLOW ?‖
―MY CHILD‖ HE SAID, ―W HAT COULD I DO?‖
―YOU NEVER DID LET GO‖

       LAURETTA P. BURNS, BROKEN DREAMS


W HEN YOU GET WHAT YOU WANT IN YOUR STRUGGLE FOR SELF
AND THE WORLD MAKES YOU KING FOR A DAY,
JUST GO TO THE MIRROR AND LOOK AT YOURSELF
AND SEE WHAT THAT MAN HAS TO SAY.

FOR IT ISN‘T YOUR FATHER OR MOTHER OR WIFE
W HOSE JUDGMENT UPON YOU MUST PASS.
THE FELLOW WHOSE VERDICT COUNTS MOST IN YOU LIFE
IS THE ONE STARING BACK FROM THE GLASS.

YOU MAY BE LIKE JACK HORNER AND CHISEL A PLUM
AND THINK YOU‘RE A WONDERFUL GUY.
BUT THE MAN IN THE GLASS SAYS YOU‘RE ONLY A BUM
IF YOU CAN‘T LOOK HIM STRAIGHT IN THE EYE.

HE‘S THE FELLOW TO PLEASE-NEVER MIND ALL THE REST,
FOR HE‘S WITH YOU CLEAR TO THE END.
AND YOU‘VE PASSED YOUR MOST DANGEROUS, DIFFICULT TEST
IF THE MAN IN THE GLASS IS YOUR FRIEND.




69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC101             MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                   JUST STUFF

YOU MAY FOOL THE WHOLE WORLD DOWN THE PATHWAY OF YEARS
AND GET PATS ON THE BACK AS YOU PASS.
BUT YOUR FINAL REWARD WILL BE HEARTACHE AND TEARS
IF YOU‘VE CHEATED THE MAN IN THE GLASS.

       ARA PARSEGHIAN , The Man In The Glass


HELLO MY FRIEND, WE MEET AGAIN
IT'S BEEN AWHILE, WHERE SHOULD WE BEGIN?
FEELS LIKE FOREVER
W ITHIN MY HEART ARE MEMORIES
OF PERFECT LOVE THAT YOU GAVE TO ME
OH, I REMEMBER

W HEN YOU ARE WITH ME, I'M FREE
I'M CARELESS, I BELIEVE
ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS WE'LL FLY
THIS BRINGS TEARS TO MY EYES
MY SACRIFICE

W E'VE SEEN OUR SHARE OF UPS AND DOWNS
OH HOW QUICKLY LIFE CAN TURN AROUND
IN AN INSTANT
IT FEELS SO GOOD TO REUNITE
W ITHIN YOURSELF AND WITHIN YOUR MIND
LET'S FIND PEACE THERE

W HEN YOU ARE WITH ME, I'M FREE
I'M CARELESS, I BELIEVE
ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS WE'LL FLY
THIS BRINGS TEARS TO MY EYES
MY SACRIFICE

I JUST WANT TO SAY HELLO AGAIN
I JUST WANT TO SAY HELLO AGAIN

W HEN YOU ARE WITH ME I'M FREE
I'M CARELESS, I BELIEVE
ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS WE'LL FLY
THIS BRINGS TEARS TO MY EYES
CAUSE WHEN YOU ARE WITH ME I AM FREE
I'M CARELESS, I BELIEVE
ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS WE'LL FLY
THIS BRINGS TEARS TO MY EYES
MY SACRIFICE, MY SACRIFICE

I JUST WANT TO SAY HELLO AGAIN
I JUST WANT TO SAY HELLO AGAIN

MY SACRIFICE.

       CREED, MY SACRIFICE




69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC102              MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
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IT DOESN‘T INTEREST ME WHAT YOU DO FOR A LIVING.
I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU ACHE FOR
AND IF YOU DARE TO DREAM OF MEETING YOUR HEART‘S LONGING.

IT DOESN‘T INTEREST ME HOW OLD YOU ARE.
I WANT TO KNOW IF YOU WILL RISK LOOKING LIKE A FOOL
FOR LOVE
FOR YOUR DREAM
FOR THE ADVENTURE OF BEING ALIVE.

IT DOESN‘T INTEREST ME WHAT PLANETS ARE SQUARING YOUR MOON...
I WANT TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE TOUCHED THE CENTRE OF YOUR OWN SORROW
IF YOU HAVE BEEN OPENED BY LIFE‘S BETRAYALS
OR HAVE BECOME SHRIVELED AND CLOSED
FROM FEAR OF FURTHER PAIN.

I WANT TO KNOW IF YOU CAN SIT WITH PAIN
MINE OR YOUR OWN
WITHOUT MOVING TO HIDE IT
OR FADE IT
OR FIX IT.

I WANT TO KNOW IF YOU CAN BE WITH JOY
MINE OR YOUR OWN
IF YOU CAN DANCE WITH WILDNESS
AND LET THE ECSTASY FILL YOU TO THE TIPS OF YOUR FINGERS AND TOES
WITHOUT CAUTIONING US
TO BE CAREFUL
TO BE REALISTIC
TO REMEMBER THE LIMITATIONS OF BEING HUMAN.

IT DOESN‘T INTEREST ME IF THE STORY YOU ARE TELLING ME
IS TRUE.
I WANT TO KNOW IF YOU CAN
DISAPPOINT ANOTHER
TO BE TRUE TO YOURSELF.
IF YOU CAN BEAR THE ACCUSATION OF BETRAYAL
AND NOT BETRAY YOUR OWN SOUL.
IF YOU CAN BE FAITHLESS
AND THEREFORE TRUSTWORTHY.

I WANT TO KNOW IF YOU CAN SEE BEAUTY
EVEN WHEN IT IS NOT PRETTY
EVERY DAY.
AND IF YOU CAN SOURCE YOUR OWN LIFE
FROM ITS PRESENCE.

I WANT TO KNOW IF YOU CAN LIVE WITH FAILURE
YOURS AND MINE
AND STILL STAND AT THE EDGE OF THE LAKE
AND SHOUT TO THE SILVER OF THE FULL MOON,
―YES.‖

IT DOESN‘T INTEREST ME
TO KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE OR HOW MUCH MONEY YOU HAVE.




69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC103                         MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                       JUST STUFF

I WANT TO KNOW IF YOU CAN GET UP
AFTER THE NIGHT OF GRIEF AND DESPAIR
WEARY AND BRUISED TO THE BONE
AND DO WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE
TO FEED THE CHILDREN.

IT DOESN‘T INTEREST ME WHO YOU KNOW
OR HOW YOU CAME TO BE HERE.
I WANT TO KNOW IF YOU WILL STAND
IN THE CENTRE OF THE FIRE
WITH ME
AND NOT SHRINK BACK.

IT DOESN‘T INTEREST ME WHERE OR WHAT OR WITH WHOM
YOU HAVE STUDIED.
I WANT TO KNOW WHAT SUSTAINS YOU
FROM THE INSIDE
WHEN ALL ELSE FALLS AWAY.

I WANT TO KNOW IF YOU CAN BE ALONE
WITH YOURSELF
AND IF YOU TRULY LIKE THE COMPANY YOU KEEP
IN THE EMPTY MOMENTS.

        ORIAH MOUNTAIN DREAMER ,THE INVITATION


IN THE BRIGHTEST HOUR OF MY DARKEST DAY
I REALIZED WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME
CAN'T GET OVER YOU. CAN'T GET THROUGH TO YOU
IT'S BEEN A HELTER-SKELTER ROMANCE FROM THE START
TAKE THESE MEMORIES THAT ARE HAUNTING ME
OF A PAPER MAN CUT INTO SHREDS BY HIS OWN PAIR OF SCISSORS
HE'LL NEVER FORGIVE HER...HE'LL NEVER FORGIVE HER...

BECAUSE DAYS COME AND GO BUT MY FEELINGS FOR YOU ARE FOREVER
BECAUSE DAYS COME AND GO BUT MY FEELINGS FOR YOU ARE FOREVER

SITTING BY A FIRE ON A LONELY NIGHT
HANGING OVER FROM ANOTHER GOOD TIME
W ITH ANOTHER GIRL... LITTLE DIRTY GIRL
YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO THIS STORY OF A LIFE
YOU'RE MY HEROINE-IN THIS MOMENT I'M LONELY FULFILLING MY DARKEST DREAMS
ALL THESE DRUGS ALL THESE WOMEN
I'M NEVER FORGIVEN... THIS BROKEN HEART OF MINE

BECAUSE DAYS COME AND GO BUT MY FEELINGS FOR YOU ARE FOREVER,
BECAUSE DAYS COME AND GO BUT MY FEELINGS FOR YOU ARE FOREVER

ONE LAST KISS,
BEFORE I GO
DRY YOUR TEARS,
IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

ONE LAST KISS (ONE LAST KISS)



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC104                       MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                   JUST STUFF

BEFORE I GO (BEFORE I GO)
DRY YOUR TEARS (DRY YOUR TEARS)
IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

BECAUSE DAYS COME AND GO, BUT MY FEELINGS FOR YOU ARE FOREVER
BECAUSE DAYS COME AND GO, BUT MY FEELINGS FOR YOU ARE FOREVER

ONE LAST KISS (ONE LAST KISS)
BEFORE I GO (BEFORE I GO)
DRY YOUR TEARS (DRY YOUR TEARS)
IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

ONE LAST KISS,
BEFORE I GO,
DRY YOUR TEARS,
IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO,
ONE LAST KISS

        PAPA ROACH, FOREVER


W ITH YOUR FEET IN THE AIR AND YOUR HEAD ON THE GROUND
TRY THIS TRICK AND SPIN IT, YEAH
YOUR HEAD WILL COLLAPSE
BUT THERE‘S NOTHING IN IT
AND YOU‘LL ASK YOURSELF

W HERE IS MY MIND (3X)

W AY OUT IN THE WATER
SEE IT SWIMMIN‘

I WAS SWIMMIN‘ IN THE CARIBBEAN
ANIMALS WERE HIDING BEHIND THE ROCK
EXCEPT THE LITTLE FISH
BUT THEY TOLD ME, HE SWEARS
TRYIN‘ TO TALK TO ME KOI KOY

W HERE IS MY MIND (3X)

W AY OUT IN THE WATER
SEE IT SWIMMIN‘ ?

W ITH YOUR FEET IN THE AIR AND YOUR HEAD ON THE GROUND
TRY THIS TRICK AND SPIN IT, YEAH
YOUR HEAD WILL COLLAPSE
IF THERE‘S NOTHING IN IT
AND YOU‘LL ASK YOURSELF

W HERE IS MY MIND (3X)

OOOOH
W ITH YOUR FEET IN THE AIR AND YOUR HEAD ON THE GROUND
OOOOH
TRY THIS TRICK AND SPIN IT, YEAH



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC105                     MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                        JUST STUFF

OOOOH
OOOOH

        THE PIXIES , WHERE IS MY MIND


LIFE IS NOT WHAT YOU SEE,
BUT WHAT YOU'VE PROJECTED.
IT'S NOT WHAT YOU'VE FELT,
BUT WHAT YOU'VE DECIDED.
IT'S NOT WHAT YOU'VE EXPERIENCED,
BUT HOW YOU'VE REMEMBERED IT.
IT'S NOT WHAT YOU'VE FORGED,
BUT WHAT YOU'VE ALLOWED.
IT'S NOT WHO'S APPEARED,
BUT WHO YOU'VE SUMMONED.
AND ITS' NOT WHERE YOU'VE BEEN,
BUT WHERE YOU ARE GOING,
AND THIS SHOULD SERVE YOU WELL, BELOVED,
UNTIL YOU FIND WHAT YOU ALREADY HAVE.

        ANON


I MUST LEARN TO LOVE THE FOOL IN ME- THE ONE WHO FEELS TOO MUCH, TALKS TOO MUCH, TAKES TOO
MANY CHANCES, WINS SOMETIMES AND LOSES OFTEN, LACKS SELF-CONTROL, LOVES AND HATES, HURTS
AND GETS HURT, PROMISES AND BREAKS PROMISES, LAUGHS AND CRIES. IT ALONE PROTECTS ME
AGAINST THAT UTTERLY SELF-CONTROLLED, MASTERFUL TYRANT WHOM I ALSO HARBOR AND WHO
WOULD ROB ME OF HUMAN ALIVENESS, HUMILITY AND DIGNITY BUT FOR MY FOOL.

        THEODORE RUBIN, MD


DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP,
I AM NOT THERE, I DO NOT SLEEP.
I AM IN A THOUSAND WINDS THAT BLOW ,
I AM THE SOFTLY FALLING SNOW .
I AM THE GENTLE SHOWERS OF RAIN,
I AM THE FIELDS OF RIPENING GRAIN.
I AM IN THE MORNING HUSH,
I AM IN THE GRACEFUL RUSH
OF BEAUTIFUL BIRDS IN CIRCLING FLIGHT,
I AM THE STARSHINE OF THE NIGHT.
I AM IN THE FLOWERS THAT BLOOM,
I AM IN A QUIET ROOM.
I AM IN THE BIRDS THAT SING,
I AM IN EACH LOVELY THING.
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND CRY,
I AM NOT THERE. I DO NOT DIE.

        MARY E FRYE, DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP


YOU CAN'T QUIT UNTIL YOU TRY
YOU CAN'T LIVE UNTIL YOU DIE



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC106                       MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                       JUST STUFF

YOU CAN'T LEARN TO TELL THE TRUTH UNTIL YOU LEARN TO LIE
YOU CAN'T BREATHE UNTIL YOU CHOKE
YOU GOTTA LAUGH WHEN YOU'RE THE JOKE?
IT'S NOTHING LIKE A FUNERAL TO MAKE YOU FEEL ALIVE

JUST OPEN YOUR EYES
JUST OPEN YOUR EYES
AND SEE THAT LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL
W ILL YOU SWEAR ON YOUR LIFE THAT NO ONE WILL CRY AT MY FUNERAL

I KNOW SOME THINGS THAT YOU DON'T?
I'VE DONE THINGS THAT YOU WON'T
IT'S NOTHING LIKE A TRAIL OF BLOOD TO FIND YOUR WAY BACK HOME
I WAS WAITING FOR MY HEARSE
W HAT CAME NEXT WAS SO MUCH WORSE
IT TOOK A FUNERAL TO MAKE ME FEEL ALIVE

JUST OPEN YOUR EYES
JUST OPEN YOUR EYES
AND SEE THAT LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL
W ILL YOU SWEAR ON YOUR LIFE THAT NO ONE WILL CRY AT MY FUNERAL

ALIVE
JUST OPEN YOUR EYES
JUST OPEN YOUR EYES
AND SEE THAT LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL
W ILL YOU SWEAR ON YOUR LIFE THAT NO ONE WILL CRY AT MY FUNERAL

       NIKKI SIXX, LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL


ANOTHER MISSION THE POWERS HAVE CALLED ME AWAY
ANOTHER TIME TO CARRY THE COLORS AGAIN
MY MOTIVATION AN OATH I'VE SWORN TO DEFEND
TO WIN THE HONOR OF COMING BACK HOME AGAIN
NO EXPLANATION WILL MATTER AFTER WE BEGIN
UNLOCK THE DARK DESTROYER THAT'S BURIED WITHIN
MY TRUE VOCATION AND NOW MY UNFORTUNATE FRIEND
YOU WILL DISCOVER A WAR YOU'RE UNABLE TO WIN

I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW
THAT I'VE BECOME
INDESTRUCTIBLE
DETERMINATION THAT IS INCORRUPTIBLE
FROM THE OTHER SIDE A TERROR TO BEHOLD
ANNIHILATION WILL BE UNAVOIDABLE
EVERY BROKEN ENEMY WILL KNOW
THAT THEIR OPPONENT HAD TO BE INVINCIBLE
TAKE A LAST LOOK AROUND WHILE YOU'RE ALIVE
I'M AN INDESTRUCTIBLE
MASTER OF WAR

ANOTHER REASON ANOTHER CAUSE FOR ME TO FIGHT
ANOTHER FUSE UNCOVERED NOW FOR ME TO LIGHT
MY DEDICATION TO ALL THAT I'VE SWORN TO PROTECT



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC107                       MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                    JUST STUFF

I CARRY OUT MY ORDERS WITHOUT A REGRET
MY DECLARATION EMBEDDED DEEP UNDER MY SKIN
A PERMANENT REMINDER OF HOW IT BEGAN
NO HESITATION WHEN I AM COMMANDED TO STRIKE
YOU NEED TO KNOW THAT YOU'RE IN FOR THE FIGHT OF YOUR LIFE

YOU WILL BE SHOWN
HOW I'VE BECOME
INDESTRUCTIBLE
DETERMINATION THAT IS INCORRUPTIBLE
FROM THE OTHER SIDE A TERROR TO BEHOLD
ANNIHILATION WILL BE UNAVOIDABLE
EVERY BROKEN ENEMY WILL KNOW
THAT THEIR OPPONENT HAD TO BE INVINCIBLE
TAKE A LAST LOOK AROUND WHILE YOU‘RE ALIVE
I'M AN INDESTRUCTIBLE
MASTER OF WAR

I'M
INDESTRUCTIBLE
DETERMINATION THAT IS INCORRUPTIBLE
FROM THE OTHER SIDE A TERROR TO BEHOLD
ANNIHILATION WILL BE UNAVOIDABLE
EVERY BROKEN ENEMY WILL KNOW
THAT THEIR OPPONENT HAD TO BE INVINCIBLE
TAKE A LAST LOOK AROUND WHILE YOU‘RE ALIVE
I AM INDESTRUCTIBLE
INDESTRUCTIBLE

INDESTRUCTIBLE
DETERMINATION THAT IS INCORRUPTIBLE
FROM THE OTHER SIDE A TERROR TO BEHOLD
ANNIHILATION WILL BE UNAVOIDABLE
EVERY BROKEN ENEMY WILL KNOW
THAT THEIR OPPONENT HAD TO BE INVINCIBLE
TAKE A LAST LOOK AROUND WHILE YOU‘RE ALIVE
I'M AN INDESTRUCTIBLE
MASTER OF WAR

               DISTURBED, INDESTRUCTIBLE


IT TAKES A LOT OF COURAGE TO RELEASE THE FAMILIAR AND SEEMINGLY SECURE, TO EMBRACE THE
NEW . BUT THERE IS NO REAL SECURITY IN WHAT IS NO LONGER MEANINGFUL. THERE IS MORE SECURITY
IN THE ADVENTUROUS AND EXCITING, FOR IN MOVEMENT THERE IS LIFE, AND IN CHANGE THERE IS
POWER.

               ALAN COHEN


SO SHE WOKE UP
W OKE UP FROM WHERE SHE WAS
LYING STILL
SAID I GOTTA DO SOMETHING
ABOUT WHERE WE'RE GOING



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC108                        MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                      JUST STUFF

STEP ON A STEAM TRAIN
STEP OUT OF THE DRIVING RAIN, MAYBE
RUN FROM THE DARKNESS IN THE NIGHT
SINGING HA, AH LA LA LA DE DAY
AH LA LA LA DE DAY
AH LA LA DE DAY

SWEET THE SIN
BITTER THE TASTE, IN MY MOUTH
I SEE SEVEN TOWERS
BUT I ONLY SEE ONE WAY OUT

YOU'VE GOT TO CRY WITHOUT WEEPING
TALK WITHOUT SPEAKING
SCREAM WITHOUT RAISING YOUR VOICE

YOU KNOW I TOOK THE POISON
FROM THE POISON STREAM
THEN I FLOATED OUT OF HERE
SINGING...HA LA LA LA DE DAY
HA LA LA LA DE DAY
HA LA LA DE DAY

SHE RUNS THROUGH THE STREETS
W ITH HER EYES PAINTED RED
UNDER BLACK BELLY OF
CLOUD IN THE RAIN
IN THROUGH A DOORWAY SHE BRINGS ME
W HITE GOLD AND PEARLS
STOLEN FROM THE SEA
SHE IS RAGING
SHE IS RAGING
AND THE STORM BLOWS UP IN HER EYES
SHE WILL...

SUFFER THE NEEDLE CHILL
SHE'S RUNNING TO STAND...

STILL.

         U2, RUNNING TO STAND STILL


OH, THERE AIN'T NO REST FOR THE WICKED,
MONEY DON'T GROW ON TREES,
I GOT BILLS TO PAY, I GOT MOUTHS TO FEED,
THERE AIN'T NOTHING IN THIS WORLD FOR FREE.

I KNOW I CAN'T SLOW DOWN, I CAN'T HOLD BACK
THOUGH YOU KNOW I WISH I COULD,
OH NO THERE AIN'T NO REST FOR THE WICKED,
UNTIL WE CLOSE OUR EYES FOR GOOD.

         CAGE THE ELEPHANT, AIN'T NO REST FOR THE WICKED



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC109                MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                     JUST STUFF


BE WHO YOU ARE AND SAY WHAT YOU FEEL BECAUSE THOSE WHO MIND DON'T MATTER AND THOSE WHO
MATTER DON'T MIND,

        DR. SEUSS


…AND I SAID, I DON'T CARE IF THEY LAY ME OFF EITHER, BECAUSE I TOLD, I TOLD BILL THAT IF THEY
MOVE MY DESK ONE MORE TIME, THEN, THEN I'M, I'M QUITTING, I'M GOING TO QUIT. AND, AND I TOLD DON
TOO, BECAUSE THEY'VE MOVED MY DESK FOUR TIMES ALREADY THIS YEAR, AND I USED TO BE OVER BY
THE WINDOW , AND I COULD SEE THE SQUIRRELS, AND THEY WERE MERRY, BUT THEN, THEY SWITCHED
FROM THE SWINGLINE TO THE BOSTON STAPLER, BUT I KEPT MY SWINGLINE STAPLER BECAUSE IT DIDN'T
BIND UP AS MUCH, AND I KEPT THE STAPLES FOR THE SWINGLINE STAPLER AND IT'S NOT OKAY BECAUSE
IF THEY TAKE MY STAPLER THEN I'LL SET THE BUILDING ON FIRE...

        MILTON WADDAMS, OFFICE SPACE


I HAVE NEVER SEEN A WILD THING FEEL SORRY FOR ITSELF.
A LITTLE BIRD WILL FALL DEAD, FROZEN FROM A BOUGH, WITHOUT EVER HAVING FELT SORRY FOR ITSELF.

        D. H. LAWRENCE


W E CHOOSE ONLY ONCE. W E CHOOSE EITHER TO BE WARRIORS OR TO BE ORDINARY... A SECOND
CHOICE DOES NOT EXIST. NOT ON THIS EARTH.

        CARLOS CASTANEDA



YEAH, I GET IT,
YOU'RE AN OUTCAST.
ALWAYS UNDER ATTACK.
ALWAYS COMING IN LAST,
BRINGING UP THE PAST.
NO ONE OWES YOU ANYTHING.
I THINK YOU NEED A SHOTGUN BLAST,
A KICK IN THE ASS,
SO PARANOID. . .
W ATCH YOUR BACK!!

OH MY, HERE WE GO...

ANOTHER LOOSE CANNON GONE BI-POLAR
SLIPPED DOWN, COULDN'T GET MUCH LOWER.
QUICKSAND'S GOT NO SENSE OF HUMOR.
I'M STILL LAUGHING LIKE HELL.
YOU THINK THAT BY CRYING TO ME
LOOKING SO SORRY THAT I'M GONNA BELIEVE,
YOU'VE BEEN INFECTED BY A SOCIAL DISEASE.
W ELL, THEN TAKE YOUR MEDICINE.

I CREATED THE SOUND OF MADNESS.



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC110                           MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                    JUST STUFF

W ROTE THE BOOK ON PAIN.
SOMEHOW I'M STILL HERE,
TO EXPLAIN,
THAT THE DARKEST HOUR NEVER COMES IN THE NIGHT.
YOU CAN SLEEP WITH A GUN.
W HEN YOU GONNA WAKE UP AND FIGHT... FOR YOURSELF?

I'M SO SICK OF THIS TOMBSTONE MENTALITY,
IF THERE'S AN AFTERLIFE,
THEN IT'LL SET YOU FREE.
BUT I'M NOT GONNA PART THE SEAS
YOU'RE A SELF-FULFILLING PROPHECY.
YOU THINK THAT CRYING TO ME,
LOOKING SO SORRY THAT I'M GONNA BELIEVE,
YOU'VE BEEN INFECTED BY A SOCIAL DISEASE.
W ELL, THEN TAKE YOUR MEDICINE.

I CREATED THE SOUND OF MADNESS.
W ROTE THE BOOK ON PAIN.
SOMEHOW I'M STILL HERE,
TO EXPLAIN,
THAT THE DARKEST HOUR NEVER COMES IN THE NIGHT.
YOU CAN SLEEP WITH A GUN.
W HEN YOU GONNA WAKE UP...
W HEN YOU GONNA WAKE UP AND FIGHT...

       SHINEDOWN, SOUND OF MADNESS

THE MAN IN 119 TAKES HIS TEA ALL ALONE.
MORNINGS WE ALL RISE TO WIRELESS VERDI CRIES.
I'M HEARING OPERA THROUGH THE DOOR.
THE SOULS OF MEN AND WOMEN, IMPASSIONED ALL.
THEIR VOICES CLIMB AND FALL; BATTLE TRUMPETS CALL.
I FILL THE BATH AND CLIMB INSIDE, SINGING.

HE WILL NOT TOUCH THEIR PASTRY
BUT EVERY DAY THEY BRING HIM MORE.
GOLD FROM THE BREAKFAST TRAY, I STEAL THEM ALL AWAY
AND THEN GO AND EAT THEM ON THE SHORE.

I DRAW A JACKAL-HEADED WOMAN IN THE SAND,
SING OF A LOVER'S FATE SEALED BY JEALOUS HATE
THEN WASH MY HAND IN THE SEA.
W ITH JUST THREE DAYS MORE I'D HAVE JUST ABOUT LEARNED THE ENTIRE SCORE TO AIDA.

HOLIDAYS MUST END AS YOU KNOW .
ALL THESE MEMORIES TAKEN HOME WITH ME:
THE OPERA, THE STOLEN TEA, THE SAND DRAWING, THE VERGING SEA, ALL YEARS AGO.

       NATALIE MERCHANT, VERDI CRIES


HOPE DANGLES ON A STRING
LIKE SLOW SPINNING REDEMPTION
W INDING IN AND WINDING OUT



69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC111                        MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011
                                    JUST STUFF

THE SHINE OF IT HAS CAUGHT MY EYE

AND ROPED ME IN
SO MESMERIZING, SO HYPNOTIZING
I AM CAPTIVATED

[CHORUS]
I AM VINDICATED
I AM SELFISH
I AM WRONG
I AM RIGHT
I SWEAR I'M RIGHT
I SWEAR I KNEW IT ALL ALONG

AND I AM FLAWED
BUT I AM CLEANING UP SO WELL
I AM SEEING IN ME NOW THE THINGS YOU SWORE YOU SAW YOURSELF

SO CLEAR
LIKE THE DIAMOND IN YOUR RING
CUT TO MIRROR YOUR INTENTIONS
OVERSIZED AND OVERWHELMED
THE SHINE OF WHICH HAS CAUGHT MY EYE
AND RENDERED ME SO ISOLATED, SO MOTIVATED
I AM CERTAIN NOW THAT

[CHORUS]

SO TURN
UP THE CORNERS OF YOUR LIPS
PART THEM AND FEEL MY FINGER TIPS
TRACE THE MOMENT, FALL FOREVER
DEFENSE IS PAPER THIN
JUST ONE TOUCH AND I'D BE IN
TOO DEEP NOW TO EVER SWIM AGAINST THE CURRENT
SO LET ME SLIP AWAY [3X]
SO LET ME SLIP AGAINST THE CURRENT
SO LET ME SLIP AWAY [4X]

[CHORUS]

SLIGHT HOPE
IT DANGLES ON A STRING
LIKE SLOW SPINNING REDEMPTION...

       DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL , VINDICATED



YOU CAN SPEND MINUTES, HOURS, DAYS, WEEKS, OR EVEN MONTHS OVER-ANALYZING A SITUATION;
TRYING TO PUT THE PIECES TOGETHER, JUSTIFYING WHAT COULD'VE, WOULD'VE HAPPENED... OR YOU
CAN JUST LEAVE THE PIECES ON THE FLOOR AND MOVE THE F*CK ON.

       TUPAC SHAKUR




69B18C07-82AF-4DBD-B34D-DCA07853427F.DOC112                       MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2011

				
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