November 2010
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Thoughts on Solitude by Wesley Mayer
I have recently discovered the benefits of solitude. The life of a recluse is harder than it seems, but sometimes it’s good to be alone for an extended period of time. The prevailing culture of today wants us to socially network all the time; and value of having hundreds of “friends”, which now include friends of friends, co-workers, and even people we don’t know. Solitude...
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“A human being is a part of a whole, called by us ‘universe’, a part limited in...”
– Albert Einstein
(via talkwiththedead)
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“…I wonder why we listen to poets/ When nobody gives a fuck…”
– Lyrics to “Ashes of American Flags” written by Jeff Tweedy
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The Dirty South by Wesley Mayer
We live in the dirty south,
home of many great things and some horrible events,
we live in the Bible belt,
where people are afraid of things they don’t understand,
we live in the decaying farmlands of the south,
that is making way for Wal-Mart and other suburban sprawl,
we live in small towns and rural communities,
which are falling victim to decay and are simply disappearing,
we live in a land of...
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Lost Love In A Photograph by Wesley Mayer
Here is a photograph of my lost love
Taken at height of our relationship
In brilliant color, her beautiful eyes stare into my heart and soul
Why did I let her go?
My lost love, where did you go?
I scream out to the world
The pain comes back and my emotions flood out
I rip this photo to pieces; this is my heart breaking all over again
I must move on, before I go insane over this crazy moment
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Cigarette Burn by Wesley Mayer
Sometimes life burns you like a cigarette burns your skin,
You lose it all for no good reason when you think it has been a great season,
When life goes bad for you and good karma hides,
You have to not feel like a loser when it’s not your fault which is hard as hell when all goes southbound like the road goes downhill,
But this is only a season and hopefully life will get better after you pass...
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Fuck Yeah Existentialism: We are the hollow menWe... →
fuckyeahexistentialism:
We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats’ feet over broken glass In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
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“Intellect, without heart, is infinitely cruel”
– Robert Ingersoll
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“There is no remedy for love but to love more.”
– Henry David Thoreau
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“We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are,...”
– Chuck Palahniuk (Submitted by tellthatmick)
“There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid...”
– Hermann Hesse (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
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WatchGreed and Instinct is an amazing short film illustrating the inherent violence of nature…
