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  • ostenespen

    Holy smokes! Nial==Lain Oh the lies I've been told

    7 Nov 2014 Rispondi
  • KP-X

    Thank you very much! Of course, the same can be said of your taste hehe

    18 Set 2014 Rispondi
  • optophob1a

    I'll always be right here.

    21 Ago 2014 Rispondi
  • erkku-

    That's too bad, babbling is much more fun when its two sided.

    12 Ago 2014 Rispondi
  • erkku-

    I think i saw it once when i was a kid, but my native language isnt english so i didnt see it in english anyway... only listened to the song after figuring that cam clarke is a singer too. Totally worth it. Yeah, if I was him i would be pretty proud of simply having a badass voice like that. I hope you dont mind me babbling btw, you don't seem too active with the shouts here and I find it hard to resist sending stupid shouts to people who have Ocelot as their avatar.

    9 Ago 2014 Rispondi
  • erkku-

    Not to mention a boyband.... Josh Keaton seems to be ashamed of it himself. I hope you did know that Cam Clarke sang We are one in Lion King 2? I think its beautiful because I could definitely imagine Liquid to be the kind of guy to sing pretty songs in the shower. And maybe while oiling up his upper body.

    8 Ago 2014 Rispondi
  • erkku-

    that shit was on mythbusters and they totally busted it, i think Ocelot is a dirty cheater. that son of a bitch. since we're on a site about music I hope you have scrobbled No Authority, Ocelot(or Josh Keaton, whatever) is a pretty good singer.

    8 Ago 2014 Rispondi
  • erkku-

    and a pretty good music taste, you like reloading during battles too? slamming the long silver bullet into a well greased chamber? quite thrilling.

    8 Ago 2014 Rispondi
  • erkku-

    that's a pretty good icon gotta say.

    8 Ago 2014 Rispondi
  • Ludamage

    Well...sometimes such things happens

    15 Lug 2014 Rispondi
  • Aska_4z3

    oh ok then, and yup with teeth and the Quiet/Ghost albums are fun and Right Where it Belongs v.2 is one of my fav so far :)

    6 Lug 2014 Rispondi
  • Aska_4z3

    <3 love NiN but i'm not keen on their last release :/ what do you think of it?

    6 Lug 2014 Rispondi
  • Koroh_


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  • andy_floyd


    28 Mag 2014 Rispondi
  • erogazer

    Chocolate nanotubes.

    30 Apr 2014 Rispondi
  • erogazer

    Futureproof chocolate?

    30 Apr 2014 Rispondi
  • erogazer

    Because it's the future.

    29 Apr 2014 Rispondi
  • L-Loire


    24 Apr 2014 Rispondi
  • Maxell-Hitachi

    Thanks for your shout! It took some time until I got it, you meant my avatar. :) You're right, and probably it'll stick there even longer, really I like that one.

    22 Feb 2014 Rispondi
  • andy_floyd

    hey, do u still exist =3

    6 Gen 2014 Rispondi
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He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
by William Butler Yeats

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

RIP 2009 ― 2013

“If our Gods and our hopes are nothing but scientific phenomena, then let us admit it must be said that our love is scientific as well.” - Mathias Villiers de l’Isle-Adam, L'Ève future

“When you’re seventeen you know everything. When you’re twenty-seven if you still know everything you’re still seventeen.” - Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

“A man can be himself only so long as he is alone.” - Arthur Schopenhauer, The World as Will and Idea

“I want to talk to someone. W̼̣̰̮̦h̫̥͈͓̜o͖̗͔̦̞̲͔̣ ͎͔̱̜͖͈̲c̯͈̹̞͎̠a̬̘͕̖͕̜̠n̖ͅ ͓̯̱̙ͅI̝̖̜̣ ͍̲͖͍̼͖͉t̹̳̼͓̺͕̞ͅa̳̻̹͖l̩̮̼̟̼̩̮k͈ ͍ͅt̰̯o̮̺͈?͈̪̗̞

From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of particular interest. But for us, it's different. Consider again that dot. That's here, that's home, that's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.

It must really be a lonelier journey than anyone could imagine. Cutting through absolute darkness, encountering nothing but the occasional hydrogen atom. Flying blindly into the abyss, believing therein lie the answers to the mysteries of the universe.

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Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

As long as you don't choose everything remains possible.

(though you risk wasting your whole life not making a first step, wondering what would've happened if you did)

The Sound of Silence
by Paul Simon

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whispered in the sounds of silence.

I’ve met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, “Why?”
Why did I cause so much pain?
Didn’t I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
Can’t I see how we’re all manifestations of love?
I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God’s got this all wrong.
We are not special.
We are not crap or trash, either.
We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens.
And God says, “No, that’s not right.”
Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can’t teach God anything.

Ever get the feeling you've been cheated?
Good night.