FlyTheNest

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It's not how you fall, it's how you land

She's accused him of all sorts of things.

This is the good stuff.

Repeating myself you say?

At least I have something to repeat.

Yeah be a dick, that's always a winner.

On the Threshold of a dream?

This fucker speaks for itself.

Isnt this marvelous.

You know it's always great to come back and find that while I might have posted some utter bollocks comments alongside the music the music's still good.

Well at least I think so.

And if you don't agree.

That's just, like, your opinion, man.

One of my very favourite moments in the whole of cinema.

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It's not how you fall, it's how you land

Very often it is, yes
You have eyes and other senses to see it
Lots of people don't
that's tragedy

film
another language to understand with

For whoever it is in Park Village, because whoever it is it's awful, but I"m very worried it's someone I know.

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It's not how you fall, it's how you land

Yeah, they came to take me away
Said I'd be sitting here for the rest of my life
But I don't really care - I shot my wife
And brother, I can't even remember the reason why.



We was down in Jacksonville
A cold winter night
My baby and I, we began to fight
I heated up, and I grabbed my gun
I get so cold on those nights down south
She was laying in a pool right there on the kitchen floor
She looked up at me and began to smile
Her gasping words: "Baby, I love you"
Then she closed those baby blue eyes.

In this context I assume I was talking about being very high on weed and red wine. And I'm no hippy, I read neuroscience and realise what I'm doing to my brain is effectively shutting bits of it down. The doors of perception lead not to some hippy nirvana but to reduced brain function. The problem is it feels really good.

As to your more general point all of our worlds are virtual. The universe is subjective for all of us, made up in our brains. As are our feelings, a little hormone here and a little there.

Ask a neuroscientist about how much free will we have, you may be unpleasantly surprised.

Look at her pupils. She's higher than I am right now.

Hmmm...quite repetitious isn't it?

This is what you get when you're listening to the mind of a stoned drunk guy.

This is actually pre-Kraftwerk, it's Ralf und Florian. And I don't enjoy Egon Schiele.

This really is quite splendid.

I fell asleep before nine o'clock last night; I slept well and long
Got up at six o'clock this morning completing many chores

Oh yes.

Even smoking this shit with camomile tea is making me sneeze.

There are monsters wherever you look.

Edited because I thought of something else.

Not persuaded by the goth?

Ok, try this one.