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10.1k · May 2013
Alchemy
Jordan May 2013
Radness

The Philosopher’s Stone is not just a spiritual metaphor but an actual substance that can transmute lead or mercury into gold. The Stone is a product of Alchemy. Unlike chemistry, which only deals with physical matter and energy, Alchemy makes use of etheric and astral energies to reconfigure matter at the quantum level. Alchemy is to chemistry what a cube is to the square; it is a superset of chemistry and is capable of so much more.

How Etheric Energy Overrides Physical Laws

Alchemical achievements require successfully gathering, concentrating, and multiplying etheric energy. When this energy reaches a critical threshold, it overpowers the normal laws of physics and allows seemingly miraculous processes to take place. I believe it does this by biasing probability. By amplifying the probability of minor quantum effects, which are normally limited to the subatomic scale, they manifest on the larger atomic scale. In this way, one element spontaneously transforms into another.

The world around us is made of subatomic particles that regularly undergo unpredictable jumps, teleportation, bilocation, superposition, and other strange quantum behaviors. Why don’t everyday solid objects do likewise? Because the random quantum jittering of their subatomic particles collectively average out to zero. Think of a large crowd of people; seen from the air, the crowd as a whole is stationary, even though individuals within the crowd move in seemingly random directions. It’s because their movements are random and uncoordinated that they average to zero net movement on the whole.

The world we see around us is merely a crowd of subatomic particles whose individual quantum jumps aren’t apparent because they average to collective stillness. Physical laws that govern our everyday world, known as the deterministic laws of classical physics, are merely the laws of the crowd. These laws are what’s left of quantum physics after the unpredictability is removed through statistical averaging. They are not absolute laws; they are just the most probable manner in which matter and energy behave.

Physical laws can be bent. While the probability is incredibly low that enough coordination and coherence develops among the quantum jitters to manifest on a collective scale, that is exactly what etheric energy does. It alters probability and thereby skews the laws of thermodynamics, gravity, electromagnetism, and chemistry.

Alchemy does not violate the laws of physics, nor does it always follow them, rather it bends them as needed. It operates upon the quantum foundation from which these laws arise in the first place, via etheric energy affecting the probability of quantum events.
http://montalk.net/gnosis/174/the-philosopher-s-stone
Jordan Apr 2013
It’s kind of funny how you can go from walking around with nothing but lint in you pocket and being totally stoked, to walking around with a pocket full of keys and being totally bummed.
It starts out simply and seductively. I’ll just get this car so I can snowboard more. Wrong. Anything that let’s you snowboard more is a scam. It won’t let you snowboard more because you ride every day and a car can’t add days to the week.
“I’ll just get this little night job so I can buy gas,” you hear yourself saying. There’s another key. Then your job starts making you miss sleep, so you can’t snowboard as hard or as long as you used to. And you need stuff to wear to work. You need a place to change and store your stuff. Now you have an address, that’s another key. Soon you have to get a day job because you’re not making enough money at night. The keys start adding up.
Now that you have a job, girls know you’re not a total loss and you end up with a girlfriend. She wants you to hang with her once in a while instead of going boarding all the time. First, she gives you the key to her heart, and then the key to her apartment. That’s two more. You can’t give her the key to your heart because snowboarding put a combination lock on it and only your snowboard knows the number.
Now you have a bunch of keys in your pocket. They’re high-maintenance items. You have to take care of them. They’re weighing you down. Snowboarding is slowly slipping away, and you don’t even notice.
One day, cruising to your full-time office job that you had to get a few years back to make payments on all your keys, you drive past a guy on the corner with his thumb out and a snowboard under his arm. While speeding by you start thinking about the guy you just passed. He looked like you used to—snowboard and nothing else. As you pull into the parking lot at work, you can’t get the hitchhiker out of your head. Your mind keeps wandering back. Pulling all the keys out of you pocket and jingling them, you think about what you really want from life.
Running back to your car, you reverse out of the parking lot and squeal a Rockford in the middle of the four-lane highway. You’ve got to get away from your keys. You begin throwing them out the window as you blow down the highway. First to go is the key to the door at work. Then you backhand your girlfriend’s apartment key out the passenger window. Flick, there goes the key to the storage unit, then the key to her car. Flick, flick, flick. You feel better each time a key flies out the window and goes bouncing down the pavement at 100 mph. You don’t even slow down for the tollbooth, paying instead with the tossed key to your office and the executive washroom.
You only have two keys left. You unlock your house, run in, grab your snowboard, and dash out of the house. You leave the key to your house sitting in the lock to the front door. Whoever finds the house open can take it, and all your stuff. You don’t need it anymore. You jump back into the car and start burning rubber through all four gears back to the highway where you saw the hitcher.
He’s still there. You slam on the brakes. When he opens the car door, you look into his eyes. It’s you. It’s the life you left behind when you sold out.
6.1k · Oct 2013
Motorcycle Gypsy
Jordan Oct 2013
Denim clad godess, smoke machine chariot. Your livelihood is my breath, Take me to your place of solace where I can feel the suns rays emanate from my chest.
www.max-flow.tumblr.com
5.8k · Jan 2013
Witch Hunt/Protein Shake
Jordan Jan 2013
A living breathing inauthentic dialect of amalgamated spirituality mixed with an ever so pervasive mix of tomfoolery and diluted astrotheology

An inexcapabley unexhausted aproproptraiton of extrapulated constipation
homeginzed and watered down to make it easier for the minds of the masses to swallow it down.
5.4k · Aug 2013
river livin'
Jordan Aug 2013
jumped off the bridge, hung out with bros, floated a log down the river chilled in the back of a van, skated, bombed a hill with a guy playing the acoustic guitar...coconut icecream and a ******* would be a great ender but either way im happy
4.4k · Apr 2013
Untitled
Jordan Apr 2013
the nature of life is like characters playing through a video game that keeps getting remade
4.0k · Aug 2013
TWO LOVERS
Jordan Aug 2013
kisses and moon beams, i found you in my dream.
skateboards and swim shorts, we are care free.
lifes eternal gift, your momentary illusory particles shift.
heart beats and drumbeats, our hair curls.
dancing the night away, entranced in electromagnetic swirls.
3.5k · Jun 2013
homo/erotic humour
Jordan Jun 2013
I like ****** like I like my mangos...all over my face.

I like my hotdogs like ****...all covered in sauce and jammed down my throat...
JK...i dont like hotdogs.

I like fruit salad...In the can
Jordan Aug 2013
Yes, I do believe in something. I believe in being warmhearted. I believe especially in being warmhearted in love, in ******* with a warm heart. I believe if men could **** with warm hearts, and the women take it warmheartedly, everything would come all right. It’s all this coldhearted ******* that is death and idiocy. - D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
3.2k · Dec 2013
seaside serenade
Jordan Dec 2013
be my gypsy, be my queen. motorcycle madonna set me free
3.0k · Apr 2012
=-+ Next ♥ Level +-=
Jordan Apr 2012
retardation, inflammation, all these kids gettin shot up, diabetes nation. earthquake hits, tsunamis rip, solar flare sun, getting our magnetic polar shift on.

been around much to long to believe all the ******* they are trying to run a country on, think it's about time we awaken, come together and form a new united nations.

grew up in an age where blowin **** up made the front page, trading tourism for terrorism, gorilla warfare versus patriotic heroism.

**** the news, i been hit the with the love struck blues, instead spend my time promoting free energy, "Nikola Tesla's technology abolishes slavery"... Last call to end the fed, freedom for eternity; did you hear Britney Spears shaved her head?
3.0k · Aug 2013
Energetic Life Boat
Jordan Aug 2013
Your voice is like a shower to my chakras, your energy like a baptism.
3.0k · Apr 2013
pussy
Jordan Apr 2013
a hipster is like a cat, curious... an authentic person is like a cougar, for serious.
Jordan Apr 2013
Security … what does this word mean in relation to life as we know it today? For the most part, it means safety and freedom from worry. It is said to be the end that all men strive for; but is security a utopian goal or is it another word for rut?

Let us visualize the secure man; and by this term, I mean a man who has settled for financial and personal security for his goal in life. In general, he is a man who has pushed ambition and initiative aside and settled down, so to speak, in a boring, but safe and comfortable rut for the rest of his life. His future is but an extension of his present, and he accepts it as such with a complacent shrug of his shoulders. His ideas and ideals are those of society in general and he is accepted as a respectable, but average and prosaic man. But is he a man? has he any self-respect or pride in himself? How could he, when he has risked nothing and gained nothing? What does he think when he sees his youthful dreams of adventure, accomplishment, travel and romance buried under the cloak of conformity? How does he feel when he realizes that he has barely tasted the meal of life; when he sees the prison he has made for himself in pursuit of the almighty dollar? If he thinks this is all well and good, fine, but think of the tragedy of a man who has sacrificed his freedom on the altar of security, and wishes he could turn back the hands of time. A man is to be pitied who lacked the courage to accept the challenge of freedom and depart from the cushion of security and see life as it is instead of living it second-hand. Life has by-passed this man and he has watched from a secure place, afraid to seek anything better What has he done except to sit and wait for the tomorrow which never comes?

Turn back the pages of history and see the men who have shaped the destiny of the world. Security was never theirs, but they lived rather than existed. Where would the world be if all men had sought security and not taken risks or gambled with their lives on the chance that, if they won, life would be different and richer? It is from the bystanders (who are in the vast majority) that we receive the propaganda that life is not worth living, that life is drudgery, that the ambitions of youth must he laid aside for a life which is but a painful wait for death. These are the ones who squeeze what excitement they can from life out of the imaginations and experiences of others through books and movies. These are the insignificant and forgotten men who preach conformity because it is all they know. These are the men who dream at night of what could have been, but who wake at dawn to take their places at the now-familiar rut and to merely exist through another day. For them, the romance of life is long dead and they are forced to go through the years on a treadmill, cursing their existence, yet afraid to die because of the unknown which faces them after death. They lacked the only true courage: the kind which enables men to face the unknown regardless of the consequences.

As an afterthought, it seems hardly proper to write of life without once mentioning happiness; so we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?

Hunter S. Thompson age 17, 1955
2.8k · Feb 2013
CRY FOR LOVE
Jordan Feb 2013
the earth shakes beneath tectonic plates
a misery of mistakes weaved from the same rope that will hang the united states
as empires fall we withdraw
compassion for killjoy a complete and utter moral cleanse

dictators or dollars it doesn't make a difference
retrograde deviants persuing misanthropic leaniance
together as one bleeding out of every orface
the love of god flickers as the sign for hope is resurfaced
2.5k · Jan 2013
Untitled
Jordan Jan 2013
she was deeper than the rainforest, brighter than the moon, her silver trinket necklace kept my heart in it from the first time that we swooned. I'll never let her go or slip from my grasp, like your favorite record she just keeps getting better track by track
2.2k · Jun 2013
I AM AWESOME
Jordan Jun 2013
there should be an island of awesome
and it should have surf
and i should move there
...

i think if you thought you were awesome all the time life could take a turn for the better
like imagine
everything as awesome
it would make all things such good vibes
like ***
burritos
high fives
all such awesome things but made with awesome
unreal
...

news flash, YOUR AWESOME!! bahleedat!

...

STAY AWESOME!
2.2k · Jun 2013
Untitled
Jordan Jun 2013
two inventions for the day, mosquito proof socks, and a watermelon fridge to keep it chilled but not too cold.
2.1k · Jan 2013
mustaches and tight jeans
Jordan Jan 2013
the thing that left an impression on me was how free and cool they were... like the breeze of a star child, wild and free doing what they **** well please.
Jordan Dec 2013
letchor blood currdle like wild flowers melting in the mid day sun, let your fire dragon breath beneath the mess of leaves falling from a calm breeze.
Bring peace to a world where silence is comfort and passion is the tulip under the shade. Let the water trickle across your from and watch the skies turn from blue to grey.
The world is a heartache but a heart none the less, you needent suffer because suffering come from ones whose enlightenment leaves no mess.
Be a star in a sea of diamonds. croon for the howling of a dewwy morning.
Believe in a seed that can plant a whole world, never let the thoughts alter your disposition. Your true calling already exibits strength, quite lying to yourself, sleepless this and sinner with saints.
An enegmatic dissolusion of propriety and oath, formless and scouring we delve deeper into our shelf.
Cables and wires sing with praises of stables and liars, klu klux ****, peanut butter and jam, what a contravity of mystery and a hairless dogs epiphany. We told you once and we'll tell you again, your night stand secrets bar no weight in this land.

soldiers ships sail without a captian your ballroom gown looks like a tale unfathomed. please exsist in me as i believe in you. let your gaurd down and let me take the bow. please let my love pass through you like grasses ablaze, set my lingering sentient body free i have no more purple haze.

the morning will come and the night will shrink an exhaled body as yours dissapears in a blink. Together and forever a seemless reality, one blood runs through the oceans and cowers down the river stop breathe, you exist in moments like these

everybody sees you but no body nods, your a stupid little quip on someone elses radar. help yourself before you **** another be your best friend your mother your father your brother. let the ragsw turn to riches and the wine into the blind, let yourself ferment and **** the cat that explains your time. keep to yoursel fan dnever let them in, your a blind man with a stick and everyone else is screaming let me in. to each there own and to own a martyr is a shame, refrain from self obscurity and procrastinate your brain. Reach for the truth kept in a jar glass with the words mason like the illuminati keep in there car. your a vehicles for self enhilation a explosion of confusion, embrace this mess, it all you have to keep. like a safe bares a rope your only job is to escape..

brimming with hatred and filled up with angst your an emotional writer trying to die on the page.
**** yourself kindly and **** yourself well, your death will be celebrated like a child blowing out the candels at his birthday from hell. tears hit the icing and the presents all rott, something was a miss did his mother forget to love him not. the poor childs life went up in ruins the cycles of existance dug him into ruins bleeding and rotting a child life ion time be the future self that your chilhood friend can find. Be with your death like your beside your life. in the middle lies the truth betweent he lies of existing between pictures of books that no one took the time to read. death of a salesman the drowning of a rat, **** yourself with kindness eat your cake until your fat.

whats the problem with that? *******. you ****, you did it you ****! lol. :) ;) emote.

dying by numbers

illusions of granduer
life in a breath
**** the pitch man and take your breath

dont edit yourself absolve yourself

write for a feeling it is fleeting write for death and become alive
2.0k · Oct 2013
submission
Jordan Oct 2013
we have to face death to greet life
2.0k · Apr 2013
Pirate Love
Jordan Apr 2013
you gotta be a pearl in a diamond world
1.9k · Feb 2013
Sailboat
Jordan Feb 2013
i love you more than words can describe, more that stars could shine. i love you better than books and harder than bricks. my love for you is stronger than the wind and wider than the sea. i believe it was you that was meant for me and i am just lost somewhere in between.
1.9k · Aug 2013
LOVE
Jordan Aug 2013
let your light shine
1.7k · Aug 2013
Beatles
Jordan Aug 2013
look at things more as an album rather than a song. Enjoy a one hit wonder, but dont hold it in the same light as a box set.
1.7k · May 2013
electron
Jordan May 2013
Red and blues flashing, the electrons in a game of TRON dashing.
Forgive me not for i haven't sinned, it is your lack of congealing that keeps you trapped within.
An omnipresent empire built of circuitry and solder.
Please leave me be for I am not waste, refuse, master or martyr.
1.7k · Jul 2013
DEATH BY ENTERTAINMENT:
Jordan Jul 2013
How much do we have to take before we can go without, how long before the draught? death by entertainment, it seemed so glamorous how could one go without?

I knew better to begin with, now its time to have faith in my oneness. opening a new chapter to a story that has no end, doing away with infinite incarnations perpetuated by masochistic sin. Death to the creator, the created, the masturbated, incubated, presipitated falsehoods of pajentry. Death to all the silly megabytes of pompous epiphany. Death to the beast that thrived off of insecurity. Death to all that which is no longer me.

Unsimulated, unappropraited energy that is free to be anything but alerts on a screen. False flags of fullfillment waving endlessly with self pity. Perfectly punctuated cries for help and lol's that reeked of nothing but "I hate myself."

Cut the net, it's a trap for something fluid with that which doesn't connect. Don't bother looking here for love, it is already in all that doesn't limit itself.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGEQmFL9McU&feature;=player_detailpage
1.6k · Jun 2013
go fuckin co co nuts
Jordan Jun 2013
you could always just go into the jungle survive on coconuts, surf your brains out, and not come back until you've had an epiphany.
1.6k · Jan 2013
Tasteless
Jordan Jan 2013
A sneaking suspicion of pompous protrution

A glimmering splint of carnivorous contempt

We bleed here for the city that eats us alive
kids with lost souls and fashion beneath which they hide

A souless confusion
puppet masters beyond this illusion

The tables have turned and the kids turn back.
Relying on pineal secretions or atleast drug induced apartheid to set them back on track

A concrete master ruled by rubber slaves so much evidence and yet so little dismay

**** the clock before it clocks you out
Your empty shallow lives only reflecting the smell of sweat your bodies do not wish to confide  
Alone in a plastic prison without a scent of discontent for the blood that stagnates inside
1.6k · Jan 2013
Disgust
Jordan Jan 2013
**** the solution that doesn't solve you, a systematic break down of years gone by
this troublesome dialect between ******* branches of human consiousness rotting you from the inside
bred to believe in the maginificance of your race, attach a cross and spit in the face of any religious intervention that takes place

Killing in the name of your own blind-sided distrust, you seek familiariity and are robustly unjust
no matter however, because they are all like you, blind, unkind and groping just like a pedaphile at the zoo.

So let the darkness take your health, as you chase its dreams of promises and wealth
you will die alone and unfullfilled unless you stop and wonder
why oh why is this place ******* me in the *** and taking my spirit through the preverbial meat grinder
Jordan Aug 2013
“If you spend your life sparing people’s feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can’t distinguish what should be respected in them.”
Jordan Apr 2013
If only yoga tights came with mandatory spiritual experiences...like on your way to the local fast food chain you sweated just enough to activate the LSD laced fabric, which induced a state of cheese burger paradise, where french fries were now your best friends and represented freedom, and the clerk at the counter was a 6 titted guru whom guided you through the layers of brightly coloured condiments that made up your spiritual sandwich. Then maybe just then would stetchy fabric expand your mind far enough to realize, products don't create ease, yoga isn't a type of cheese and that the latest fad in seventeen magazine was designed to keep you on you knees. Namaste, girl please.
alt.  Then maybe just then would tights stretch the fabric of your mind far enough to realize,
1.4k · Dec 2013
disco ball
Jordan Dec 2013
i cant get into any bars because im under age. none of my friends would take me anyways because i like to disco rave. people say i am sleezy and kind of weird, but they dont know the difference between here and there.
1.4k · May 2013
STOKE RIDERS
Jordan May 2013
just realized i epitomize a surfer
you know the spiritual, counter culture, wise, mellow, happy, down to earth, fashionable, rad, stoked variety

stoke monasteries
1.4k · Feb 2013
Vibe Biter
Jordan Feb 2013
Like a ***** looking for a fix, the unconscious man sticks his nose where it doesn't belong, looking for energetic salvation but he's going about it all wrong.
You are not the supplier, not even number 2, just a crack fiend for vibes, with your little ***** spoon.
Forever a user and always an abuser, your rotting discoteque of flesh bleeds at the sight of salvation, all the kids dressed up in love are aware of your eternal damnation.
It won't be until you sweat, puke and die a thousand deaths that you are set free, forever an energy vampire until you breathe, breathe, breathe.




(alt.1 where he can't afford rent)
1.4k · Jun 2013
Sugar Man, Sweet Maryjane
Jordan Jun 2013
Share the love like wine, get drunk with the divine, spread your kindness like kisses on your lovers behind.
Put on your magic coat, get lost with princes as frogs croak. Be beautiful and stop time, your lovers hand is yours and mine.
Pretty little girl lets take it for a whirl, back eddies of galactic swirls, your heart dazzles as mine twirls.
Shining lights so bright, making moves on the moon's night. Here in good company, our hearts echo like an orchestrated symphony. Staying put in the lime light, keeping time cause our moods right.
Jumpin Jack goes over the hill, Jill tumbles as our hearts spill, kiss me girl, lets seal the deal. Making loves like magic, you just have to know how it feels.
1.4k · Jun 2013
John Perkins
Jordan Jun 2013
"We cannot have homeland security unless we understand our PLANET is our homeland."
1.3k · Aug 2013
ERIN
Jordan Aug 2013
"She puts her feet up. "I have literally just been in this place of zero fear. I just believe, as totally hippy ******* as that sounds, anything's possible if you're willing to grab it and make it your own. You look at Stevie Nicks. Did she have the most amazing voice in the world? **** no -- but she got on stage and she owned every molecule inside of herself and completely captured every molecule around everybody else in the entire room. She was this poster child for, 'I don't give a ****, it's about my soul and my spirit and my music, and you either dig it or you don't.' And that's kind of my take on all this -- minus the ****** words." - erin wasson
http://www.papermag.com/2010/02/smokin_gun.php
1.2k · Jun 2013
Mooji
Jordan Jun 2013
“Throw everything away, forget about it all! You are learning too much, remembering too much, trying too hard… Relax a little bit, give life a chance to flow its own way, unassisted by your mind and effort. Stop directing the river’s flow.”
— Mooji
1.2k · Apr 2013
self worth
Jordan Apr 2013
a bible like money is printed on paper...believe what you want but don't tell me what to value.
1.2k · Aug 2013
Untitled
Jordan Aug 2013
how to rule at life; wake up, eat watermelon, see some *******, ride a bike, go swimming, go to the states, go swimming, skate a gigantic park, eat mexican food, hang with your bro, connect and be romantic, have fun, come home, smell the wet forest, go skinny dipping in the rain at night, have a warm shower, brag about it on facebook (optional) carry on...more watermelon? haha ;)
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=624988980852173
1.2k · Apr 2013
RSVP
Jordan Apr 2013
Death is an invitation to another life.
1.2k · Jan 2014
Untitled
Jordan Jan 2014
once you learn that life is but a game you see no reason not to embelish its thin facade. speak truth into the matter by revealing the the blatant lie that is comformity of the mind. be free to embelish the catalyst of life, the free will of creation itself; a perfect being dancing like a maniac to its own music
1.2k · Aug 2012
altruistic
Jordan Aug 2012
what if we have known eachother forever, like one day in a cosmic soup we said hello, then from there on in for the next thousands of years we have incarnated in different forms just to be with eachother, maybe it wasnt always romantic but maybe it was, maybe i seen u at the diner or maybe it was on a spaceship to mars...either way i see you and i feel you and i have always been by ur side...waiting, hoping, wishing for the moments when we realize whats down deep, deep down inside.
1.2k · Oct 2013
New World Odor
Jordan Oct 2013
We never obliged ourselves with any sort of passion or alignment with natures splendor, we just flip-flop'd about like disenfranchized plastic pieces of footwear; Fleetingly and disparingly as we float adrift through a toxic sea of consumerism, entranced with the notion of celebrity, swirling and whirling around until we undoubtabley wash ashore onto the pristine beaches of someones elses uncorrupted, isolated and darkly pigmented subconscious. Ready and willing to establish order in the magnitude of exploitation and apathy. As we scream freedom from tryanny, TV to TV, a bunch of muted and silenced over commercialized under adulterated humans trickle fed lies through screens. Everyone knows but who is speaking up, As Miley Circus flies across the manufactured dream a handful of youth stand up and puke as they throw there hands up like the ones before them and say "this isn't my scene!"
1.1k · Nov 2013
Untitled
Jordan Nov 2013
if your beliefs seperate and segregate they probly ****
1.1k · Dec 2013
Illusion
Jordan Dec 2013
Incarnated seperation ageless aggrevation. Sanctioned and persuaded tasteless and abated. Break the spell, bless the well. LIVE LONG AND PROSPER!!
1.1k · Aug 2013
love merchant
Jordan Aug 2013
intimacy is limited in a world where qauntity is valued
1.0k · Jan 2012
Happy, Sad, Ending.
Jordan Jan 2012
I find my sensibilities fit for a mad man, either i am extremely happy and composed, or down right irate...there is no in between. I am either flying off the handle or hugging someone that needs help. Maybe its about understanding...you understand someones pain so that they can help someone else and hopefully when ur in pain that someone else is you. Either way my sensibilities are fit for a mad man.

I can't seem to fit in but perhaps that's why i am alive. If i had to guess, that would be the case because nothing else makes sense. I figure if you fit in you do not care and if you care, good luck!! I either love something or i hate it, if i am inbetween on anything it's simply because i do not care. I live my life based on caring...i care so much it breaks me in half sometimes. Is that simply the human condition...caring? or are some undisposed to it? I really dont know, if u ask me it comes back to understanding and when someone understands embrace it because it could all be gone tomorrow.

It's as if life has a way of playing with ur emotions, if ur too happy, it will make u sad, if ur sad, well, u will be sad, but then u will be happy. I guess you can't be happy forever...unless u are truely happy through and through. That's what life is like, it's like water! If u have a crack, life will fill it up, and then eventually that water will have to go somewhere and thats when you explode, as if ur a pop can in the freezer. That's the tricky thing about life, you never know when ur gonna explode...when will that last bit of water fill up all ur cracks and then BOOM! your all over the walls. Oh well i guess thats what keeps it interesting, it's like putting an egg in the microwave, u know whats gonna happen you just don't know when.
1.0k · Apr 2013
breathe
Jordan Apr 2013
only the light of truth can disperse the darkness
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