do you look at the guy who runs after a movin' bus to get on it? do you still feel like lookin' to know if got in or not? do you look at him if in case he doesn't make it? don't stop doin' it man... i think it's really sweet.
- D'yer Mak'er
- “...drifting to the streets of no destination was my eternal passtime... n' then comes the moment of gettin' caught in the swamps of memory... followed by hurried motion of arms n' legs. suffocatin' in the depths of past again n' again. all of these had a custom of layin' myself down in the tracks of reality.. n' then' would come the train of life... tearin' n' shatterin' every part of me. to still carry myself all torn n' withered n' broken was undoubtedly the worst part.”
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What if we do? What if we don't?
It all depends on one's whim I suppose, whether to look or not. Sometimes we don't need reason for somethings: we just do or just don't.
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