The Question Community - January 17, 2015 Gathering
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5. Dry Mouth
I don’t care what you say…Just keep me on the path to the wealth and the fame
I need someone to say it’s okay…For me to fuck with this game
That I needn’t worry
You can map out the ways…That I can make the most out of everyday
But I’m only here to see that you’ll wait…For me to send out my tapes
Keep it goin’ steady…
I’m lost inside my head…I’m doing circles till I’m red
And though I have it all planned out…I stop to water my dry mouth
All my friends are to blame…They grew up thinking tough love and hate were the same
They told me I was part of the gang…Got hit so hard that it rang
Then I’d say: “I’m sorry.”
Now I’m reaching that age…Where everybody’s asking ‘bout subjects of shame
And when I speak I can’t meet their gaze…Oh, how I long for the days
When I didn’t worry…
And though I want the things I’ve been waiting for…I can’t keep myself from bending all
the rules
I killed myself writing out…And so I will live my life
With no sense of right…With the end in sight.
6. Domesticated
This simple life is not for me
All of my self-loathing is done right in front of the T.V.
I lifted up the hood to see
The reason for my loss and ended up hating my story
I give away my shit for free
In hopes of one day getting back on the side of the jury
I hope they stop me on the street
So I can brush them off like I’m the big man in a hurry
I strayed too far from what my ma and pa had in store for me
I stayed too long to build my personal ability
I’m getting blisters on my feet
From pacing back and forth while waiting for you to come knocking
My body’s begging me to sleep
I know the sun’s gone down but I can’t afford to be resting
7. Innocence
All I want is for you…To give me some kind of soothing news
To ease my mind and draw me back to innocence…Who knew I’d come crawling back to
innocence
You can shuffle the truth…In a deck full of stolen suits
As long as I’m protected by your innocence…I’ll be happy settling for your innocence
Repeat all of my phases…Stop off at each age
Call out all of the names that…Left me down and strange
This isn’t the film I saw…When I closed my eyes to plot it all out
Kissed one of the girls I caught…But the answer’s not inside of her mouth
Fill in the emptiest spaces…A temporary aim
Get back the time that I wasted…Just to die again
When I listened back to my pleas…Things weren’t quite as bad as they seemed
This is more than I could conceive…Childhood dreams were lost with my teeth.
27. "The rule is, jam tomorrow and jam yesterday—but
never jam to-day." (“Jam” refers to the condiment,
a tasty reward to Alice for serving the Queen.)
"It MUST come sometimes to 'jam to-day,'" Alice
objected.
"No, it can't," said the Queen. "It's jam every OTHER
day: to-day isn't any OTHER day, you know."
"I don't understand you," said Alice. "It's dreadfully
confusing!”
"That's the effect of living backwards," the Queen
said kindly: "it always makes one a little giddy at
first”
"Living backwards!" Alice repeated in great
astonishment. "I never heard of such a thing!“
The Queen replied,“…but there's one great
advantage in it, that one's memory works both
ways.“
"I'm sure MINE only works one way," Alice remarked.
"I can't remember things before they happen.“
"It's a poor sort of memory that only works
backwards," the Queen remarked.
31. “If Einstein’s spacetime is the
medium of synchronicity and
the “golden scarab” is the
outcome of synchronicity, then
what is the mechanism of
synchronicity?”
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33. Wolfgang Pauli
(1900 - 1958)
Principle of “spin”
Neutrinos
Principle of “exclusion”
(The Pauli Principle)
41. BLACK BIRD
(Known universe)
HORIZONTAL DIAL
(Conscious existence in
real time)
VERTICAL DIAL
(Collective unconscious)
GOLDEN RING
(Larger quantum realm)
54. Corn Pops
I let my words run wild…Like a dog that has rid itself of the chain
I push the swing seat back and forth…And the stars in the sky are pouring down like rain
They're pouring down like rain
I'll have you know…That I'm not unstable
Now watch as I…Put my hand through this table
Your haunting voice…At the forefront of my Overeasy mind
I watch the disk fly through the air…Knowing I won't be able to catch up to it
But still I take my broken strides…While the ground underneath my feet begins to shift
No, it just won't sit
I hold my breath…For what seems like hours
If I don't stop…I'll be pushing up flowers
Your haunting voice…At the forefront of my Overeasy mind
If I can't see…The depth in front of me
How am I to know what's under my control
I'm drifting off…But the night's still moving
Every last word…Is a fight that I'm losing
Your haunting voice…At the forefront of my Overeasy mind