Smooth as Anything
Master Don Juan
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I look out to the world from this introverted perspective I am enveloped in, and I see nothing. The world is nothing, you ask? The world is nothing.
A wolf in a pack is the lone wolf. We are like our moon; satellite orbiting around a greater force. Our strength is lacking, but our archetype dictates the mending of these broken strings and the juxtaposition of us against other satellites remains. Attracting, pulling on the ocean. If it was not for air pressure, we would bring it to us and we would be one.
Do not fool yourself; we are without an atmosphere. We have no protection.
I wish I had more time. You see, I am dying, and there is so much I’d like to do. What you must grip is that death is no excuse. Time…
I cannot describe to you time, any more than a word can describe ‘love’. I have seen days that were gone in a moment and days that dragged on for an eternity. I have no understanding of time… Time is dilated, skewed... I cannot paint you the picture of a tree I saw, flying bye at a million miles per hour.
People… oh dear… people…
There is no absolute. The friend who changes for the better can change for the worse. The friend who does not change will fail to change with you.
The only thing holding some people together is a common bond. Two strings and Dixie cups seem to be enough for communication.
Where has all our ambition gone? Has television taken our drive to pursue and replaced it with Survivor?
There are too many equations and to many complications… To understand human dynamics is to predict the stock market. To a degree we all understand it, and for some… they comprehend more than most could imagine.
People are going to stab you in the back, son – and there is nothing you can do about it. You can’t protect your back or you’ll isolate yourself from beauty. You have to let it stab you son, you just have to let that knife pierce through your lung. When the time comes for you to take that knife and do the same, you’re going to.
Don’t deny it.
People are sick. People can take a dagger to your throat while you’re crying for your mother, your head being assaulted into the floor by a boot.
“Mom, MOMMY!” you scream, squirming in the fetal position.
The knife pierces through your neck. You disconnect. The cries for your mother turn to gurgles of blood. You have died.
We all have the capacity to commit such an act. Denying it will only force it to come out another door. Don’t lock your doors son… If anyone wants to break in, your door being locked isn’t going to keep them out.
Now what do you want to do with your time?
It isn’t hard to hate people. It isn’t too hard to hate yourself.
I love music. I love playing music. I am going to spend my life playing music. I’ll see you on the street sometime, dressed in a black suit, walking to your job.
“Why are you wasting your time man? Go do something with your life.” You’ll ask.
“Why are you wasting your time, man? Go do something with your life” I will retort.
A wolf in a pack is the lone wolf. We are like our moon; satellite orbiting around a greater force. Our strength is lacking, but our archetype dictates the mending of these broken strings and the juxtaposition of us against other satellites remains. Attracting, pulling on the ocean. If it was not for air pressure, we would bring it to us and we would be one.
Do not fool yourself; we are without an atmosphere. We have no protection.
I wish I had more time. You see, I am dying, and there is so much I’d like to do. What you must grip is that death is no excuse. Time…
I cannot describe to you time, any more than a word can describe ‘love’. I have seen days that were gone in a moment and days that dragged on for an eternity. I have no understanding of time… Time is dilated, skewed... I cannot paint you the picture of a tree I saw, flying bye at a million miles per hour.
People… oh dear… people…
There is no absolute. The friend who changes for the better can change for the worse. The friend who does not change will fail to change with you.
The only thing holding some people together is a common bond. Two strings and Dixie cups seem to be enough for communication.
Where has all our ambition gone? Has television taken our drive to pursue and replaced it with Survivor?
There are too many equations and to many complications… To understand human dynamics is to predict the stock market. To a degree we all understand it, and for some… they comprehend more than most could imagine.
People are going to stab you in the back, son – and there is nothing you can do about it. You can’t protect your back or you’ll isolate yourself from beauty. You have to let it stab you son, you just have to let that knife pierce through your lung. When the time comes for you to take that knife and do the same, you’re going to.
Don’t deny it.
People are sick. People can take a dagger to your throat while you’re crying for your mother, your head being assaulted into the floor by a boot.
“Mom, MOMMY!” you scream, squirming in the fetal position.
The knife pierces through your neck. You disconnect. The cries for your mother turn to gurgles of blood. You have died.
We all have the capacity to commit such an act. Denying it will only force it to come out another door. Don’t lock your doors son… If anyone wants to break in, your door being locked isn’t going to keep them out.
Now what do you want to do with your time?
It isn’t hard to hate people. It isn’t too hard to hate yourself.
I love music. I love playing music. I am going to spend my life playing music. I’ll see you on the street sometime, dressed in a black suit, walking to your job.
“Why are you wasting your time man? Go do something with your life.” You’ll ask.
“Why are you wasting your time, man? Go do something with your life” I will retort.