Nerd Therapy
The written phrase, “a perfect storm” can be traced back longest meaning a positive emphasis. Much the way, we’d now replace with the “hip” synergy.
I have been encountering it in the complete opposite. A chain reaction of sorts. If you look at anything from any one angle for two long, patterns seem to exist and spiral outward and then perhaps inward. That is to say, when you find yourself sure of one negative outcome, the wherewithal to reverse and defy what is seemingly an implausible chain reaction, to bring a new hope.
I sound like I’m spouting star wars and twilight titles. Yet, I suppose, everything can come full circle. I love the phoenix. The firebird that destroys itself and all negatives to be reborn.
So much is really, not yet known about chronobiology, tides and moons in respect to the rhythm of a “perfect storm” and all that proceeds and concludes such events. What are seen as the worst times, can bring out of it something amazing, and something amazing can also cause you to freefall downward if such a situation is not corrected in time. If you do something, and do not learn and go at it the same way, you’re going to likely get the same results. If you can change one tiny moment and you can avert such conditions.
I guess it’s all life. Just learning and account for things you could not have learned without living. Nobody is going to repeat the same choices once they learn, even if lighting strikes the same place next year, if you had made sure u were grounded then, you won’t get fried. Only the truly insane would expect different results with the same actions. Thank you Einstein for that last perspective. There will always be room for improvement. We’re human. Yet that room for improvement and the desire (unless you are a sociopath) to not ever want to ride that out again will allow you perspective needed to grow. Adrenaline is all fine and great, but, given that we have limited time and space perhaps it’s best to account “A perfect storm” as positives. Knowing how you overcame in the end and won’t slip into that, no matter what is thrown at you for the new moon and thereafter.
Lazer powered… cat? They totally edited out the parts where they make him hit the wall… you know it happened.
(Source: alxbngala)
Let the drummer kick that.
I know.
Sponge Bread… Square Head? This is terrible… yet funny… still I don’t think kitty white finds it funny.
(Source: fouryearrunning)
Distance makes the heart grow apart. The saying’s wrong, most of them are. On this winter day I heard the wind call out your name, and it sounded like a scream of summers passed. This is therapy for me, a mission that my heart is on. I love you plain and simple but it’s sad. That all we want is what we had.
They may say you’re crazy it don’t even phase me ‘cos you’re the sanest one i know, and it’s a couple more volts of shock treatment for you. When a couple more volts of confidence will do. They may say you’re crazy. Makes you so amazing.
I watched you suffer
A dull aching pain
Now you’re decided
To show me the same
No sweeping exits
Or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter
Or treat you unkind
I know I’ve dreamed you
A sin in a lie
I have my freedom
But I don’t have much time
Faith has been broken
Tears must be cried
Let’s do some living
After we die
Wild horses
Couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses
Couldn’t drag me away
Is there a reason you won’t mend? Is it a season that won’t end? Can’t believe it’s that time of year again. Another year has come and gone again. Look around and wonder what happened. It’s cold out this morning. You should be getting into bed. Can’t believe it’s that time of year again. You’re fresh out of warnings. Maybe it’s time you called a friend. Forget that it’s that time
Of year again…
Why can’t you see me for what I’ve become?
Not who I used to be?
I’m no Criminal…
Crazy
That’s what you’d like to believe
But it ain’t easy
When yer goin’ crazy
Over the rainbow
“I think your story’s jive,” she said
There ain’t nuthin’ wrong with me
If I use it to get me some sympathy
Some ecstasy
A memory… I want to remember me
RIP CRANFORD NIX. Some artists just aren’t meant to grow old.

