Right on, well, how's it going, fellers? I'm chilling out, listening to Sound Tribe Sector 9, and about to pounce on some Shakespeare. _________________ What does it mean to feel?
Millions of dreams come real, a feelin' in my soul I'd never felt before.
Joined: 19 Aug 2007 Age: 17 Posts: 351 Location: TX
Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 8:50 am Post subject:
I'm pretty good, I have a friend staying at my house atm and me and my mom are taking him and his sister to see their dying dad today _________________ "As the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without deeds is dead" -James 2:26
"For Thou has made us for Thyself, and our hearts are restless till they rest in Thee." -Augustine
Joined: 20 Aug 2007 Age: 16 Posts: 782 Location: In the Digital Sea
Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 12:15 am Post subject:
My girlfriend is so ridiculously awesome
Fun night together. I needed it and she did too, I'm sure.
On a not so bright note, I guess my dad doesn't need to be wasted to be arguing with my mom. Over such stupid things too. It's just, eh. _________________
Zozz: Sounds like a bummer, dude. I hope he turns towards living.
WF: I hope it involved an abandoned mini putt course, tin foil, and tantra
E_K: It hasn't always been so with me, but Shakespeare really digs me now. At the same time, I understand your appeal. The language being an obvious barrier set aside, the plots aren't for everyone. But, by golly, he's a wizard of metaphor. _________________ What does it mean to feel?
Millions of dreams come real, a feelin' in my soul I'd never felt before.
Joined: 19 Aug 2007 Age: 17 Posts: 351 Location: TX
Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 4:12 pm Post subject:
The only way my friends dad will get over it is if God sends down a miracle. But he's got cancer all over his face. Behind his ear, under his eye, on his neck. But we just got back from seeing him last night. I'm glad i was able to help them out. _________________ "As the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without deeds is dead" -James 2:26
"For Thou has made us for Thyself, and our hearts are restless till they rest in Thee." -Augustine
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. _________________ What does it mean to feel?
Millions of dreams come real, a feelin' in my soul I'd never felt before.
Joined: 30 Sep 2007 Age: 16 Posts: 1223 Location: sitting on my throne
Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 8:46 am Post subject:
Jonafat wrote:
Zozz: Sounds like a bummer, dude. I hope he turns towards living.
WF: I hope it involved an abandoned mini putt course, tin foil, and tantra
E_K: It hasn't always been so with me, but Shakespeare really digs me now. At the same time, I understand your appeal. The language being an obvious barrier set aside, the plots aren't for everyone. But, by golly, he's a wizard of metaphor.
Jon: He is a wizard of metaphors. That I can't stress enough. Thanks to my friend, who is an actor, I had a better understanding of Shakespeare when I first read it.
Zozz: Cancer? I really hope your friend's dad live through. I've had an aunt that once had cancer. She eventually got cured but now I hate chemo with a passion. _________________ "The only thing you can count on your existence...is never understanding why...."
Joined: 30 Sep 2007 Age: 16 Posts: 1223 Location: sitting on my throne
Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 8:50 am Post subject:
Jonafat wrote:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Nice. Very touching. You wrote that? _________________ "The only thing you can count on your existence...is never understanding why...."
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