when i was a child fears pushed me hard in my head in my neck in my chest in...
Born illegitimately To a whore, most likely He became an orphan Oh what a lovely orphan he was Sent to the reformatory Ten years old, was his first glory Got caught stealing from a nun Now his love story had begun Thirty years he spent wandering A devil’s child with dove wings He went to prison In every country he set foot in Oh how he loved prison How awfully lovely was prison All those...
“Charity, furthermore, cannot be used as a means of engaging in what is nowadays considered proselytism. Love is free; it is not practised as a way of achieving other ends. But this does not mean that charitable activity must somehow leave God and Christ aside. For it is always concerned with the whole man. Often the deepest cause of suffering is the very absence of God. Those who practise charity...
bounce back pounce back heels on a trampoline moves you just don’t see
Pleasure results from the production of meanings of the world and of self that...– John Fiske
I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire...
Creativity is just connecting things. When you ask creative people how they did...– Steve Jobs (via noirmagazine)