feeling

Feeling inspired I sit down and write,
feeling over-tired I stay up all night.
Feeling crucified I deliberate and hate,
feeling intensified I do not wait.
Feeling bold I open up the door,
feeling shot down I cry on the floor.
Feeling intelligent I smile all around,
feeling intelligent I can only frown.

Monks.
Scientists.
Books.
Books.

Here is a P and there is a P.

One for
'you'.

And one for
'me'.

It's just too broad I don't know where it's going,
it's still so raw, and it wont stop flowing.

Fridges.

I want to live in a fridge. The clean, ordered space. Cold, yet cosy with warm clothes. Fridges smell wonderful when full with food and drink. I would never be hungry. My diet wouldn't suffer either, in fact, I think I would be healthier; fatty foods don't look, nor taste, very good once they have been in the fridge for awhile.

I want to live in a fridge. The fresh cold air invites me. It is a peaceful place - just a gentle hum sings sweetly in the background.

I want to live in a fridge.

I want to live in a fridge. The clean, ordered space appeals to me. Cold, yet cosy (with warm clothes on). Fridges smell wonderful when full with food and drink. I would never be hungry. I think I would be healthier; fatty foods don’t look, nor taste, very good once they have been in the fridge for awhile so I would not eat them.

I want to live in a fridge. With my doonah and pillow, kept consistently cold and fresh. I want to contemplate philosophy, read theology, dissect history and enjoy literature in my fridge.

I want to live in a fridge, with pets too. With pets that also want to live in a fridge. I will have a pet puffin named Bill who will share a glass of milk with me at night. I’ll read him poetry and he’ll flap his wings happily. My Arctic fox named Volttaire will contemplate philosophy with me, his great big black eyes will glitter and shine when he acknowledges the wisdom of the ancestors. And my Arctic Hare named Waldo will tussle his ears in rapture as I recount the wonders of the eternal to him.

I want to live in a fridge. The fresh cold air invites me. It is a peaceful place – with a gentle hum singing sweetly in the background.

I want to live in a fridge.

The favourite quote of mine.

"A world of potential with potential to save the world"

Let the power unfurl,
like a sail curled,
upon applying pressure,
the boat moves,
apply pressure to me,
and i'll move in ways you never knew,

P

Purge preposterous perpetual
petty pack of potato
people pulling the principles
and persecuting the perpetrators.

Personifying a particular
problem paraphrased in
promiscuity.

Personality pierces a poor pardon
parrying a picture of power.
Principles of perseverance pack a
punitive portrayal of passions polarised.

Picture this, picture that,
picture a picture of this
pattering that pebble.
Pitch a pity and pity the pitch of the
peaceful protagonist who patters the
pained person pleading plausibility.

Possible plotters plot a possibility,
possibly placing a penalty on
plotting a persecution of peaceful prayer.
pieces of prayer parallel a paralysis, a paradigm of
philanthropic philosophy,
proving a plethora of passes prevail.

rsc

Sup fatty :)

You killed that agility man, epic amount of xp in an epic time. I heard you haven't seen daylight in a whole month though.. and your cat died. But yeah, epic. Well done do it again, 50 mill hunter xp is gunna be sweet, awesome clicking and stuff. Clicking is rad, especially clicking all day, for 12 hours, it's the best! There is nothing better and more exciting then clicking all day! Mad probs to you, don't mind the haters they are just dumb and probably have a good head on their shoulders and recognise that achievements in this game are not similar to any sort of achievement in real life, and if you find that the only way to get a bit of self confidence, and to feel like you have 'achieved' something by sitting down and clicking all day, then there is something wrong with you. But hey doesn't matter coz you probably are a product of your society, family, friends (or lack there of), etc. So yeah, TL;DR, you are stinking AWESOME. Killer xp you really can kick mule, good luck with hunter i'll be rooting for you

Ps. If you are going to argue against me at the very least cite the article, or define a term, or cite another source which backs up your argument. Otherwise it's just an opinion and opinions are metaphysical concepts which entirely transcend the realm of evidence, proofs and certainties, they are a personal belief or judgment that is not founded on proof or certainty. Personally I like to debate within the borders of the former realm because in this realm there is a logical way to finish an argument, whereas in the realm of opinion arguments can go on and on ad infinitum, depending on the ignorance/stubbornness of the people involved.

Comment on the liberal arts article

Not a bad read Alexander. Quite thought provoking and insightful whilst also very concise and easy to follow. I also am a student of the Liberal Arts. I attend the (only) Catholic Liberal Arts college in Australia. I'm in my second year and thoroughly enjoying the course.

I can relate to you when you said "it became one of those rare courses that changed not only what I know but also how I think", this speaks to me very clearly as I have share the same feelings about the power of a Liberal Arts course to change people.

Furthermore you raise the point about the world value, and seemingly the importance attributed to it. Today I sat in on a lecture given by John Young, a very intelligent Australian man who specialises in Thomist Philosophy, and he made the point that philosophy is a lot more difficult to understand than history (or many other subjects for that matter). John Young said, "If I walked into a history class, with no knowledge about history, nor the study of history what so ever, and the teacher said to me "Caesar crossed the Rubric". I would have no idea what he meant. However, to understand what he meant the teacher would only have to explain to me that Caesar was a great leader and the Rubric was a river. In comparison, if I walked into a philosophy class, with no knowledge about philosophy, nor the study of philosophy, and the teacher said " The argument says that there are entities possessed in common but not as a whole, possessed in common as a whole but not simultaneously, and possessed in common, as a whole, and simultaneously, but not so as to form part of the substance of the things it's common to. And he says, the substance requirement is one that we must impose on species and genera. So none of the ways in which a single thing can be possessed in common the way in which species would of have to be common" I would have no idea what he meant, and it would take a very, very long time for me to understand what he said due to the vast complexity of philosophy. Thus, Young's point was that words have a power associated with them, a value, which ties in with what you were saying.

That's my two cents.

I stumbled here whilst searching on wikipedia information about Harvard (it was tiresome as the drool on my keyboard was not helping things at all).

I shall forward your article to my colleagues.

regards,

Rowan

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the chase

I'm the chase.
The eternal race,
feeling outa place outa the race,
perform the moves with grace,
and she's mine,
gone without a trace,

Anna

Anna the cunning linguist disguises a severed fist, whilst reading a list with her lisp it sounds devilish, crisp and delish i wonder if she'll care when i slit her throat.

r

Row rides the rigid, red rickshaw reeling raucously throughout the rabid roads of Rome. Right amongst the real ravenous, railed against a reeking roll of robbed ripped, ruthlessly ruled out and randomly roared upon by a rival of rural ravens raping the rope

Hi..

"in a perfect world men wouldn't be scared of rejection and women wouldn't be scared of judgement"

Row. Monday, 18th of May. 2009.

Whilst talking to Jacqui on Facebook lol.

Hi.

I wanna wake up where you are,
to kiss you and hold you,
and listen to the sound of your beating heart.

This feeling is slowly creeping in,
containing such strong emotions,
finding it's special spot,
the niche, the space, the place where it all begins.