The-Guess-Knot

Sarah Nickleback is ubiquitous. Yesterday at 1:49pm · Like · Drew likes this. T) And not very good. Yesterday at 1:57pm · Like ·  1 person D) They're the highest selling band in America in the last decade so you have to respect them 19 hours ago · Like T) Sorry Douglas, but neither part of that statement is true. The second part, that I have to respect an artist because of their commerical success, is pure folly. But they are not the highest selling band in the US in the last decade. They... See More 15 hours ago · Like S) Todd, I didn't realize you knew so much about Nickleback. And Doug, i

Wash The… man?... they call Wash He was tortured by Niska Got kicked by a whore Stood up to his wife Who then Gave him what for Are love for him now Ain't hard to explain The hero of…. Nothing The man they call Wash Now Wash saw Serenity breaking He saw the EMPs affect He had to get that transmission To every planet, and even small moon He said, you can't do that to my crew A semi-muscular man am I So Wash strapped into his chair Pushed his Dinosaurs to there And dove into that magnetic cloudy sky He was tortured by Niska Got kicked by a whore Stood up to his wife Who then Gave him what for Are love for him

 One cannot help but feel that love has been devalued by my previous inquiries.  It has been stated that merely a sense that love is something a great deal more complex isn't a correct line of argument to assume that it is, one cannot help but to follow this sense.  If love was with such great care inscribed in us to that we were able to survive the evolutionary process, so it must be that our love of love must be. I first must ask myself the simplest of questions, why do I save love? Why do I feel such a connection to this subject?  The address the former, we all see love everywhere, and from a first date to a dying breath we see it linger

My Friend, While I struggle to call you by this name, it was just outside five minutes ago that I realized our relationship came to that end.   The irony.  I was right there, you were right there and there was no plan.  I started it off, "just getting my drinking jacket", with a laugh, the forced emotion.  I told you when I was leaving, you told me when you were leaving, just the basics.  After all, we don't even know each other.   There were people on either side of you, the pressure.  We are worlds apart, the biggest stars in the other's sky.  But that's just me, and there are so many other stars.  I can't even find them all, as you kno

Dear Arvo, When I hear your song I can see myself dying Feel myself crying Taste that most recent kiss But there is none of that in your song Just notes Dear Arvo, I remember the future sometimes But it's a trick, I only sense cinema And as such my strained associations attactions and reactions Just notes Dear Mr. Pärt, Who am I making friends with? Who am I making love with? They're ready to leave, I want to stay. Until there's a reader, no interaction Just notes To leave is the opposite of death if you accept it, What have I accepted to connect it

Doctor walked out of his office, as if to convey some point that had the same importance as my appointment. "Have you been watching this hibiscus?" I water it everyday, but I admitted I had not kept a watchful eye on it. "Everyday it flowers in different places, they pop open and stay out for a little," he paused. The pause sunk in as some cliche dramatics tend to, but after this one I was inexplicably gripped by an absurd realism. "and then they close and fall out." he concluded.  He pointed at the peak of the tree to its most obvious imperfection "That one is due."  The wilting red flower hung like a sinking heart. I left my appointme