But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be - a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself.
Mary Shelley 1797-1851
It is strange to observe that considering the odds of gambles and coincidence, we might be fools to persist. Nevertheless, once in a while you have to tread the steps which might lead to a self righteous demise whereas the measure of the will might falter and succumb.
Poetry, philosophy and everything dogmatic. To revolutions, anarchy, hope and back to the drawing boards... Basically my excuse to be sardonic, sarcastic, attempting a shot at the ironic and to skewer everything diplomatic. My opinion, whats yours and where did you steal that from?
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Showing posts with label Quote. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Quote. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Thought of the Day
I wish I could write a poem for every day of my life, but then again, what might be the taste of sour grapes against the flavor of wine...
Monday, April 6, 2009
Simply Quote: Quote of the Hour
If the world thinks that you're wrong, prove yourself right. If you don't know how, instead of crying, moaning and weeping, find your path. If you cannot find your path, ask of those close to you to help you search. Start with your parents, they'd know a thing or two. If that does not help, get a shrink. If you think that the shrink is a shmuck, try an astrologer or even a fortune teller. And if all fails, I suggest you seek religion...
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