you dont need to justify anything bub..
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
my sister asked.. and said its the current rumor going around willoughby.. silly year nines!! we were never that ferrel..
my sister asked.. and said its the current rumor going around willoughby.. silly year nines!! we were never that ferrel..
Answer here
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
i know.. i dont understand why people dont have fun during trials? one night wont ruin your chances and if it does you must be a bit of a retard!
i know.. i dont understand why people dont have fun during trials? one night wont ruin your chances and if it does you must be a bit of a retard!
Answer here
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
chronological
so the last few posts weren't in their correct order, incase you were wondering...
is the correct order, all confusion may stop
- birthday cake
- sydney harbour
- flannel
- alex perry
- city on the back of a vespa
is the correct order, all confusion may stop
Flannel
| image source: me |
| image source: me |
| image source: me |
Alex Perry
city on the back of a vespa
Saturday, May 8, 2010
MIU MIU PUSSY CAT
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
- William Yeats (1919)
This poem was written during the aftermath of WW1. There is a sadness when reading this poem as it depicts the tragedy of man and abuse of power. It reminds me that history is cyclical, that the fatal flaw of the human race is one never learns from their mistakes.
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