And the moon grows dimmer
At the tides low ebb
And your breath comes faster
And you're aching to move
But you're caught in the web...

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Nobody can tell ya
There's only one song worth singing
They may try and sell ya
Cause it hangs them up to see someone like you

But you've gotta
Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

You're gonna be nowhere
The loneliest kind of lonely
It may be rough going
Just to do your thing's the hardest thing to do

Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

So if you cannot take my hand
And if you must be going
I will understand

You've gotta
Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

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My foundations
are in the universe
my spirit is universal
despite all pressures against me
to choose sides
black or white
man or woman
gay or straight
I am still a child
and an old woman
my blood is red
my choice is not to choose
I cannot choice
I am the exception to the rule of choice
I am one and all without exception
I defy the rules
I am me.

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Sweet little cherry blossom,
blooming before her time
Moving her lips to her favorite song,
cherishing every rhyme
Swaying her hips to the rhythm,
humming along with the tune
Lost in her own little dream world
Slow dancing with the moon

Watching her I cannot help,
but go back in my mind
And suddenly I find I am 15 again

Slow dancing with the moon
Oh, the stars got in my eyes long time ago
And I've lived my life like a love sick clown
In a bittersweet cartoon
Just a dreamy eyed kid
Slow dancing with the moon

Watching the girl I'm reminded
she's quite a lot like me
Trapped in the suburbs of wonderland,
lost in her own fantasy
Somehow my heart never grew up,
no one ever burst my balloon
So here I am swirling in star dust,
slow dancing with the moon

Still believe some day my wildest dreams
will all come true
And I'll find someone who'll
make me 15 again
But until then I'm
Slow dancing with the moon
Oh, the stars got in my eyes long time ago
And I've lived my life like a love sick clown
In a bittersweet cartoon
Just a dreamy eyed kid
Slow dancing with the moon














































































































































































































Saturday, April 30, 2005

I just read this awesome article on what is here. Located here.

It's an interesting idea of what makes something exist. Is there really this true reality out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered. What the hell does it matter what's really there. Isn't Truth more important than what affects our lives, what moves society. I have said for quite a while that God doesn't exist. And I've had that superior feeling time and time again that I know something everyone else is too blind to see. I've felt contempt and pity for those poor fools that still think there is a God.

But it doesn't make one damn difference.

There is a God in that God gives people support everyday. God has started wars. God has ended wars. God has helped people and harmed people. So how can he not exist? Even if he only exists in the minds of tons of misguided fools. Doesn't that make him real as well? Not real in the sense of Truth. But real in the sense of what matters. He's there and he changes things everyday for billions of people.

So what does make something real? A foundational belief of my life is that there was a Truth out there, a real reality, and that I was searching to uncovered exactly what it was. But does it really matter at all? Is all life a fantasy? For someone so obsessed with finding Reality, I find it interested that I'm so obsessed with fantasy, it covers my walls and my bookshelves, it takes all my time. Maybe fantasy is the way things should be. What makes Athens more real than Atlantis? That we have evidence? So what. Atlantis is a much more inspiring place, it has had tons of influence on the minds of the young. Doesn't that make it real. It has stories. It has a history. It has changed the world. Doesn't that make it more than a fancy? Or maybe we should make fancies realities.

It's about time I stopped looking for Reality, and starting looking at what matters. What changes the world. What changes society. What changes me. That, not some mysterious truth that doesn't do jack shit, is what really matters.

brynnlee let the night fall at 2:53 AM

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