G.D.M.F, why must things be this way?
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About Me
- Name: livingfuneral
- Location: earth, Singapore
Living the agony of growth. Bearing the aloneness of being. Smothered by the beauty of every earthly existence. Shunning from worldly consumed consumerism. Refuged by million hertz plugged-in to my muvo. Soundtracking my wishful hearing to match daily visuals. I have a smile of genuine pretence for self-preservation. To love what i hate. To forgive more than forget. To accept before assumption. To understand with acceptance. To separate pain from bad. To discern happiness beyond goodness. Thats the value for my existence. Welcome to my living funeral. Take pleasure in my thoughts. Cogito ergo sum .
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"This is the frost coming out of the ground; this is Spring. It precedes the green and flowery spring, as mythology precedes regular poetry. I know of nothing more purgative of winter fumes and indigestions. It convinces me that Earth is still in her swaddling clothes, and stretches forth baby fingers on every side. Fresh curls spring from the baldest brow. There is nothing inorganic...You may melt your metals and cast them into the most beautiful moulds you can; they will never excite me like the forms which this molten earth flows out into. And not only it, but the institutions upon it, are plastic like clay in the hands of the potter."
It is this way because it must be. As Thoreau describes, the ugly comes out to make way for the pretty. Or so we hope.
Beautiful. Thank you...
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