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"I am not a man who knows. I have been a man who searches and still am; but I no longer look in the stars or in books, I begin to listen to the teaching my blood murmurs in me.
My story is not pleasant, it is not smooth or harmonious like made up stories; it tastes like folly and madness, and dreamy. Like the life of all men who don't want to lie to themselves more."
- Herman Hesse
“If you haven’t died by an age thought predetermined through the timing of your abuses and excesses, then what else is left but to begin another diary?” Jim Carroll
'Life is about finding a cliff worth jumping off of.  Nothing feels better than going home, and nothing feels better than leaving home — the bittersweet curse." 
- Anthony Bourdain​

​Bourdain
"Women:
​I liked the colors of their clothes, their way of walking, the cruelty of some faces, from time to time the almost pure beauty of a face, totally and delightfully feminine. They were above us, planned better and organized better. While men watched football or drank beer or bowling, they women were thinking about us, concentrating, studying, deciding whether to accept us, reject us, change us, kill us or simply abandon us. In the end it didn't matter, they did what they did, we ended up crazy and alone. "
Charles Bukowski
"I'm glad it was me, not you."
Anton Cermak​
Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee
If I, if I have been unkind
I hope that you can just let it go by
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you
Oh, like a baby, stillborn
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He said to me, "You must not ask for so much"
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
She cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"
Oh, like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free

Leonard Cohen​​
It is easy to mourn the lives we aren’t living. Easy to wish we’d developed other talents, said yes to different offers. Easy to wish we’d worked harder, loved better, handled our finances more astutely, been more popular, stayed in the band, gone to Australia, said yes to the coffee or done more bloody yoga.
It takes no effort to miss the friends we didn’t make and the work we didn’t do and the people we didn’t marry and the children we didn’t have. It is not difficult to see yourself through the lens of other people, and to wish you were all the different kaleidoscopic versions of you they wanted you to be. It is easy to regret, and keep regretting, ad infinitum, until our time runs out.
But it is not the lives we regret not living that are the real problem. It is the regret itself. It’s the regret that makes us shrivel and wither and feel like our own and other people’s worst enemy.
We can’t tell if any of those other versions would have been better or worse. Those lives are happening, it is true, but you are happening as well, and that is the happening we have to focus on.

​​~Matt Haig 
... life is to be used, not just held in the hand like a box of bonbons that nobody eats.
* John Dos Passos, Three Soldiers
Ernest Hemingway ​
You're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry. ~J.D. Salinger 
California sober - Billy Strings
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​Cashin' in my chips for forgiveness
Trading in my shame for perspective
Tired of being known for my sickness
It didn't work, I'm tryin' something different, 
Healing got me lookin' for freedom
Happiness it used to be fleeting
History was always repeating
Not anymore
I'm California sober
It doesn't have to mean the growin' part is over
No, it ain't black or white, it's all of the colors
That I only just discovered, now I'm California sober
California sober

Used to live in fear of always slipping
But living for perfection isn't living, I
I ran a little slower, now I'm tripping, I
A beautiful and magical beginning, I
Healing got me lookin' for freedom
Happiness, it used to be fleeting
History was always repeating
Not anymore
I'm California sober
It doesn't have to mean the growin' part is over
No, it ain't black or white, it's all of the colors
That I only just discovered, now I'm California sober
California Sober
Trading judgment for freedom
Found somethin' new to believe in
Somethin' inside of me screaming
"Don't be so hard on yourself"
Look up, somethin' has shifted
My heavy spirit is lifted
I found myself
I'm California sober
Doesn't have to mean the growin' part is over
No, it ain't black or white, it's all of the colors
That I only just discovered, now I'm California sober
California sober
I, California sober, I
California sober

If you fear suffering, you already suffer from what you fear

Michel de Montaigne​​​
1533 - 1592​
Do not love half lovers
Do not entertain half friends
Do not live half a life
and do not die a half death
If you choose silence, then be silent
When you speak, do so until you are finished
Do not silence yourself to say something
And do not speak to be silent
If you accept, then express it bluntly
Do not mask it
If you refuse then be clear about it
for an ambiguous refusal is but a weak acceptance
Do not accept half a solution
Do not believe half truths
Do not dream half a dream
Do not fantasize about half hopes
Half the way will get you no where
Half an idea will bear you no results
Half a life is a life you didn't live,
A word you have not said
A smile you postponed
A love you have not had
A friendship you did not know
The half is a mere moment of inability
but you are able for you are not half a being
You are a whole that exists to live a life
not half a life.
Khalil Gibran
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness. ~Hunter Thompson
“I have not always chosen the safest path. I've made my mistakes, plenty of them. I sometimes jump too soon and fail to appreciate the consequences. But I've learned something important along the way: I've learned to heed the call of my heart. I've learned that the safest path is not always the best path and I've learned that the voice of fear is not always to be trusted.”
Steve Goodier
"A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing." — George Bernard Shaw
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LDIoxgnl-ho&list=PLAABdgp8L_Qp8WnRuBABSu1zbD34BUW2C&index=22


I am Irish but not of the  Travelers.... I'm simply itinerant​

There are numerous theories and oral histories surrounding the origins of Irish Travelers as a distinct group.[21][22] Research has been complicated by the fact that the group appears to have no written records of its own,[23][page needed] with oral tradition through storytelling being the primary method through which the Traveler community disseminates its own history and culture.[24]​​​
“You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”
Anne Lamott
Lyda Borelli, 1910
Whether I'm right or whether I'm wrong
Whether I find a place in this world or never belong
I gotta be me, I've gotta be me
What else can I be but what I am
I want to live, not merely survive
And I won't give up this dream
Of life that keeps me alive
I gotta be me, I gotta be me
The dream that I see makes me what I am
That far away prize, a world of success
Is waiting for me if I heed the call
I won't settle down, won't settle for less
As long as there's a chance that I can have it all
I'll go it alone, that's how it must be
I can't be right for somebody else
If I'm not right for me
I gotta be free, I've gotta be free
Daring to try, to do it or die
I've gotta be me
I'll go it alone, that's how it must be
I can't be right for somebody else
If I'm not right for me
I gotta be free, I just gotta be free
Daring to try, to do it or die
I gotta be me
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Walter Marks
Nikki Murdock
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Be true to who you are... Don’t pretend to be someone you are not. Don’t center your life around trying to please others. Incorporate more of what you love into your life. Put love into whatever you do. Take pride in how you live your life. Feed your soul by pursuing your passions. Remember, the only person living your life is you. Your life is your business. Be the writer of your own story. Give voice to that which you believe in. "Own your life"!
Love n Light ❣

Nikki Murdock
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Nobody's going to do your life for you. You have to do it yourself, whether you're rich or poor, out
of money or raking it in. And you have to do it no matter what is true. No matter what is hard. No matter what unjust, sad, sucky stuff happens to you. Self-pity is a dead-end road. You made the choice to drive down it. Now it's
up to you to decide to stay parked there or to turn around and drive out.
Love n Light ❣️
Men are babies and women lie to themselves (and to you). Just accept it.
... 
Biff Hooper​​


Biff Hooper​​
"Duels and Hostile Encounters"
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Code Duello: The Rules of Dueling
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“It is the duty of a gentleman to know how to ride, to shoot, to fence, to box, to swim, to row and to dance. He should be graceful. If attacked by ruffians, a man should be able to defend himself, and also to defend women from their insults.” SPM vs taxi driver, Monday just after midnight March 17, 2008

The phrase "to hang fire" has come to mean a delay in progressing...

Tap, rack, bang (TRB)...is jargon for the response to a failure to fire in a firearm with a removable magazine.

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​​1777 Irish Code Duello​

Hang fires, ​​​

Rule #25​​

Once both parties were at the location ... the option was there for them to exchange shots themselves at the same time as the initial duelers (Rule #25).​​

Rule 20.
​In all cases, a miss-fire is equivalent to a shot...​​


Rule 2 of Galway Articles:
​ None can either advance or retreat, if the ground be measured; if no ground be measured, either party may advance at his pleasure, even to touch muzzles; but neither can advance on his adversary after the fire, unless the adversary steps forward on him. Note: The seconds on both sides stand responsible for this last rule being strictly observed; bad cases having accrued from neglecting of it.​​​


Rule 20. In all cases, a miss-fire is equivalent to a shot, and a snap or a non-cock is to be considered as a miss-fire.​​
“I still have enough gas in my tank to thoroughly disappoint my critics, and I intend to do so with all the enthusiasm with which they’ve become accustomed,”... Mitch McConnel
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​​A cant is the jargon or language of a group, often employed to exclude or mislead people outside the group.


XX not XXV​​
In March 2008, Saputo Inc. launched three defamation lawsuits against the owners of three Canadian newspapers over stories that were published in December 2007 alluding to Lino Saputo being linked to organized crime. Saputo sued CTVGlobemedia, the publisher of the Globe and Mail, Quebecor Inc., which owns the Sun Media Group of Papers, and Gesca Ltd, the owner of Montreal's La Presse newspaper. Company CEO Lino Saputo Jr. claimed the articles contained false allegations against Lino Saputo and Saputo Inc. An Italian weekly magazine, L'Espresso, was also being sued for articles that ran in November of the same year.[4] Links between Lino Saputo and American mobster Joe Bonanno have been evidenced between 1964 and 1979.[5][3]

Someone doth protested a bit too much.  Joe Bonanno had a hidden financial interest in Saputo Cheese, which was discovered through piecing together torn up notes found in his garbage. The judge found that Lino Saputo made false and deceitful statements about a secret meeting with Bonanno, which was recorded by the FBI.​​  

cbc.ca

​​https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/montreal/quebec-dairy-mogul-lino-saputo-had-secret-past-dealings-with-u-s-mobster-joe-bonanno-then-lied-about-it-1.5428629​

Joseph Bonanno has had significant economic and transactional involvement over a substantial period of years with several Canadian cheese companies owned by the members of the Saputo family and by Lino Saputo in particular​​​

Along with testimony from U.S. law enforcement officials, the 1,500 pages of evidence detailed how Saputo disguised interactions and financial dealings with Bonanno between 1964 and 1979. "They seemed to interact very smoothly with each other," Ehmann said of Saputo and Bonanno. "They just had a relationship, and it was a longtime one."

Police found lawyers' letters, financial statements and investment scenarios that linked Bonanno to Saputo and his businesses.​

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https://agri007.blogspot.com/2011/11/saputo-and-mafia.html​

Saputo and the Mafia

A new book, Mafia Inc., has some interesting information about links between the Saputos and the Bonnano family of New York.

Sensing an all-out war was near, Bonanno decided to drop out of sight for a while and travel. In his autobiography, he tells of how a businessman, John DiBella, persuaded him to partner in the Grande Cheese Company of Fond du Lac, Wisconsin. “The cheese plant had been the source of contention between rival groups in Chicago,” he wrote. “These people played rough, and fighting broke out.” DiBella had sought and obtained Bonanno’s protection. Bonanno continues”
“When my business associate John DiBella of the Grande Cheese Co. found out about my upcoming travels, he asked me to make Montreal my first stop. Mr. DiBella had a close friend from his hometown in Sicily, Joseph Saputo, who was also in the cheese business. Because of immigration quotas, Mr. Saputo and his family hadn’t been able to enter the United States. As the next best thing, Mr. Saputo immigrated to Montreal, Canada, where he established the Saputo Cheese Co. He was now looking for investors to expand operations.
Fay (Bonanno’s wife) and I went to Canada, expecting to be there but a short time.
At the cheese plant, Mr. Saputo and I agreed to a deal. Mr. Saputo signed a letter of intent, stating that once I made payment, I would own twenty per cent of the business.”
---There follows an explanation of how notorious Bonanno had become in the U.S. ---
“Canadian immigration officers, understandably curious as to what he was doing in the country and what business he had in Montreal, decided to ask him a few questions. Bonanno went to meet them at the appointed hour and place.
“I repeated my intentions of investing in a Canadian business for the purpose of expanding a cheese plant and hiring people. I was helping Canada reduce unemployment. To back up my statement, I brought the letter of intent signed by Joseph Saputo.”

Bonanno continues:
“I didn’t want to be deported. If Canada deported me as a persona non grata, I would lose my rights to invest in the Saputo Cheese Co. Also, now that it was obvious the United States was behind my predicament, I knew that once I was deported back to the United States, the FBI would be waiting for me. “
Bonanno was immediately incarcerated at Bordeaux Prison in Montreal. It was his first time behind bars.

During his lengthy testimony, Mr. Cotroni admitted that he knew, in some cases intimately, several individuals publicly named by various commissions of inquiry and police forces, including the FBI and the RCMP, as members of La Cosa Nostra. He explained that in 1966, at the home of a friend, Giuseppe Saputo – owners of the Saputo and Figli Ltd. cheese plant in Saint-Michel – he had met with a group of New Yorkers.”
That group comprised Salvatore (Bill) Bonanno and his associates: Vito De Filippo and his son Patrick, Peter Magaddino, Peter Notaro and Carlo Simari.

And later the book continues to say police surveillance followed five of the people from the meeting and then:

The quintet headed for a pay phone. Couture (the cop) saw Cotroni, Violi, Giuseppe Saputo and Joe Bonanno speak on the phone in turn. The officer asked for backup; there were too many cars to follow. He was told to stick with Saputo​​

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PLAYBOY MAGAZINE: Mistake or not, what made you decide to go the rock 'n' roll route?
DYLAN: Carelessness. I lost my one true love. I started drinking. The first thing I know, I'm in a card game. Then I'm in a crap game. I wake up in a pool hall. Then this big Mexican lady drags me off the table, takes me to Philadelphia. She leaves me alone in her house, and it burns down. I wind up in Phoenix. I get a job as a Chinaman. I start working in a dime store, and move in with a 13- year-old girl. Then this big Mexican lady from Philadelphia comes in and burns the house down. I go down to Dallas. I get a job as a "before" in a Charles Atlas "before and after" ad. I move in with a delivery boy who can cook fantastic chili and hot dogs. Then this 13-year-old girl from Phoenix comes and burns the house down. The delivery boy - he ain't so mild: He gives her the knife, and the next thing I know I'm in Omaha. It's so cold there, by this time I'm robbing my own bicycles and frying my own fish. I stumble onto some luck and get a job as a carburetor out at the hot-rod races every Thursday night. I move in with a high school teacher who also does a little plumbing on the side, who ain't much to look at, but who's built a special kind of refrigerator that can turn newspaper into lettuce. Everything's going good until that delivery boy shows up and tries to knife me. Needless to say, he burned the house down, and I hit the road. The first guy that picked me up asked me if I wanted to be a star. What could I say?
PLAYBOY: And that's how you became a rock 'n' roll singer?
DYLAN: No, that's how I got tuberculosis.
From the Bob Dylan 1966 Playboy interview, Photo in London, England, by Barry Feinstein (1966)
Gone a little far
Gone a little far this time for somethin'
How was I to know?
How was I to know this high came rushing?
We're on the borderline
Caught between the tides of pain and rapture
Possibly a sign
I'm gonna have the strangest night on Sunday
There I go
Quite a show for a loner in L.A.
Askin' how I managed to end up in this place
And I couldn't get away
We're on the borderline
Dangerously far and all forgiven
There's gonna be a fight
Gonna be a price to pay on Monday
(If you and I get comfortable)
We're on the borderline (on the borderline)
Caught between the tides of pain and rapture
Then I saw the time (saw the time)
Watched it speedin' by like a train
Like a train
Will I be known and loved?
Is there one that I trust?
Starting to sober up
Has it been long enough?
Will I be known and loved?
Little closer, close enough
I'm a loser, loosen up
Set it free, must be tough
Will I be known and loved?
Is there one that I trust?
If there's room, room for doubt
As within, as without ya
Will I be so in love?
Gettin' closer, close enough
Shout out to what is done
R.I.P. here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
Gone a little far
Gone a little far this time with something
How could I have known?
How was I to know this life get no shame
I said, "Come with me outside"
I need to clear my mind
This weight is crushing
Do you see the light, oh
Coming from their eyes, oh no
And I couldn't get away
We're on the borderline
Gets me every time
These close encounters
Just to know I can (just to know I can)
Once again, I am alone
Will I be known and loved?
Is there one that I trust?
Starting to sober up
Has it been long enough?
Will I be known and loved?
Little closer, close enough
I'm a loser, loosen up
Set it free, must be tough (I was fine without ya)
Will I be known and loved?
L.A. really messed me up
And it isn't cut and dry
Conversation, well I tried (I was fine without ya)
Will I be? Stay right here
Any closer, bad idea
Shout out to what is done
R.I.P. here comes the sun (I was fine without ya)
Will I be known and loved?
Is there one that I trust?
Starting to sober up
Has it been long enough?


tame impala
​borderline​​​
“If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.”
Charles Bukowski
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BASeIjL0Gbc
Zugzwang (from German 'compulsion to move'; pronounced [ˈtsuːktsvaŋ]) is a situation found in chess and other turn-based games wherein one player is put at a disadvantage because of their obligation to make a move; a player is said to be "in zugzwang" when any legal move will worsen their position
“So you want to be a writer?
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don't do it.
if you're doing it for money or
fame,
don't do it.
if you're doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don't do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don't do it.
if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,
don't do it.
if you're trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.
if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you're not ready.
don't be like so many writers,
don't be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don't be dull and boring and
pretentious, don't be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don't add to that.
don't do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don't do it.
when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.
there is no other way.
and there never was.”
–Charles Bukowski, "So You Want To Be A Writer?" from Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way (2003
The real damage is done by those millions who want to ‘survive.’ The honest men who just want to be left in peace. Those who don’t want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no sides and no causes. Those who won’t take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness. Those who don’t like to make waves—or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honour, truth, and principles are only literature. Those who live small, mate small, die small. It’s the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you’ll keep it under control. If you don’t make any noise, the bogeyman won’t find you. But it’s all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn. ~Sophie Scholl
I choose my own way to burn. ~Sophie Scholl
"The secret of life is knowing when to stop"  
Alan Wilson Watts​
you wonder about the time when
you ran through women like an open-field maniac
with this total disregard for panties, dish towels, photos
and all the other accoutrements-
like the tangling of souls.
what were you trying to do?
trying to catch up with?
it was like a hunt.
how many could you bag?
move onto?
names, shoes, dresses, sheets, bathrooms
bedrooms, kitchens, back rooms
cafes, pets, names of pets
names of children,
middle names
last names
made-up names
you proved it was easy.
you proved it could be done again and again,
those legs held high
behind most of you.
or they were on top
or you were behind
or both sideways
plus other inventions
songs on radios.
parked cars.
telephone voices.
the pouring of drinks.
the senseless conversations.
now you know
you were nothing but a fucking dog,
a snail wrapped around a snail—
sticky shells in the sunlight, or in the misty evenings, or in the dark dark.
you were nature's idiot,
not proving but being proved.
not a man
but a plan unfolding
not thrusting
but being pierced
now you know.
then
you thought you were such a clever devil
such a cad
such a man-bull
such a bad boy
smiling over your wine
planning your next move
what a waste of time you were
you great rider
you Attila of the springs and elsewhere
you could have slept through it all
and you would never have been missed
never would have been missed
at all.
~ Charles Bukowski
Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, that's life
Trying to make ends meet, you're a slave to money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah
No change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
But I'm a million different people
From one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
(Have you ever been down?)
Well, I've never prayed but tonight I'm on my knees, yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singin' to me now
No change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people
From one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
(Have you ever been down?)
I can't change, oh, no
I can't change, oh
'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, that's life
Tryna make ends meet, tryna find somebody then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah
You know I can change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people
From one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no,
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no
It's just sex and violence, melody and silence
It's just sex and violence, melody and silence
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
Been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Have you ever been down?
Have you ever been down?
Have you ever been down?
In the end, it's stronger than I know how to be
And I can't just spend my whole lifetime wondering

I don't want my footsteps to be silent anymore

Storm clouds are closin'
In the end, it's coming, there's nothing left to do
But I'm still not certain just how I'm gonna feel
I'll only know in the moment
Anticipation growing

It's getting closer (I'm not ready yet)
Ooh, it's getting closer (I need a little more time)
It's getting closer (closer, every day)
(Don't cry, we'll be okay)
Ooh, it's getting closer (closer, wall of the dam)
(Hold on and breathe if you can)
It's getting closer (closer, I'm not ready yet)
Ooh, it's getting closer (closer, I need a little more time)
(Breathe if you can)
It's getting closer (closer, I'm not ready yet)
Ooh, it's getting closer (closer, I need a little more time)
University of British Columbia forensic psychiatrist Dr. Elizabeth Zoffman, who observed changes in speech patterns, a decline in cognitive focus, changes in movement and gait, and other indicators that led her to conclude that Trump appears to be suffering from behavioral variant frontal-temporal dementia

https://www.salon.com/2024/03/25/forensic-psychiatrist-on-physical-signs-of-mental-decline-changes-in-movement-and-gait/​​
I'm not telling you to make the world better, because I don't think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I'm just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave's a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that's what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it. ~Joan Didion
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"Maybe that's enlightenment enough: to know that there is no final resting place of the mind; no moment of smug clarity. Perhaps wisdom...is realizing how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go."
~Anthony Bourdain