'Times it feels like I've got a heart full of dreams but a head full of fluff. I imagine all those synapses goin' frizzle fizzle, old connections, good and bad, beggin' to be made again. In thrall to a brain that is, after all, chemically addicted to its own past. 'Times it feels like there's less room for new thoughts, or really, that there are fewer ways to process information. Now, is that degeneration or refinement? You tell me.
Every decision you make makes your present. This is a big ol' mountain sized thought wrote small. It's a molecule of ink on a map of the universe, and shit, what's a molecule got to say about the universe?
...well, I guess it would say that.
Every decision you make makes your present. This is a big ol' mountain sized thought wrote small. It's a molecule of ink on a map of the universe, and shit, what's a molecule got to say about the universe?
...well, I guess it would say that.
saraphine:
Sort of...I went away and came back. Soooo tired
saraphine:
Oh boy. Not me! I like that thread but if I start quoting misfits lyrics, I'll be up til morning. Maybe tomorrow