"It is extraordinary what is expected from the player, nothing less than in the other difficult works that we already know. The piece is truly brilliant and to such a high degree that its performance cannot fail to evoke admiration. The composer has not changed: yet, some of the passages of the piece remind us of the style we know from earlier."
Friday, May 29, 2015
Thursday, May 28, 2015
An everything was so wrong, but it was past repair. Life was a new plateau or horizontal plane.what did I need to take and what did I deserve. It was all not mine. I had hoped their was token in the grass or the waning clouds. There came a day where I knew too little to tread but had experienced much to much. Reams of glory for the gold stars, golden boy. Too be unsure or uncertain of feeling Was the worst. To not know like a knot tied in perfect bow. What was I to do forever? How many considerations can we live familiarized on.
"We're in completely new territory, in our brain, and because we're in completely new territory, we're requiring the brain, literally, reconnecting to a new concept, and ultimately, it changes us from the inside out."
VIA Dr. Joeseph Dispenza
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Saturday, May 23, 2015
Chapter Three: Under Attack
"On a nearby cliff, three bullies looked down into Wobbuffet Village. 'The villagers are getting ready for their party,' said the first boy. He had red, spiky hair.'it is the perfect time for revenge.'
The bully toke a Poke Ball out of his pocket. He called for his Pokemon. Hitmonlee, to come out.
'Come out, Machoke!' Cried out another bully.
'Come out, Primape' said the third.
The three Pokemon were strong and tough. They were ready for a Pokemon battle.
Meanwhile, Pikachu and it's friends were having fun playing with Wobbuffet in the park. They were surprised when a little boy came running up to them."
Friday, May 22, 2015
Monday, May 18, 2015
Sunday, May 17, 2015
“I have manifested your name to the people whom you gave me out of the world. Yours they were, and you gave them to me, and they have kept your word. Now they know that everything that you have given me is from you. For I have given them the words that you gave me, and they have received them and have come to know in truth that I came from you; and ithey have believed that you sent me. I am praying for them. I am not praying for the world but for those whom you have given me, for they are yours. All mine are yours, and yours are mine, and I am glorified in them. And I am no longer in the world, but they are in the world, and I am coming to you. Holy Father, keep them in your name, which you have given me, tthat they may be one, even as we are one. They are not of the world, just as I am not of the world. Sanctify them in the truth; your word is truth. As you sent me into the world, so I have sent them into the world. And for their sake I consecrate myself, that they also may be sanctified in truth."
VIA John 17
Life of a Stupid Chicken.
Simply beautiful, sad word. So sad. Chicken by the many getting eaten. Yet, not for food. Yet, pigs eat cows, for tips about life. Cows never knew life was about living. They knew it was about food. Chicken on our plate was suddenly about green grass parks and work in the yard. Green and luscious. Luscious and real was life.
Sherman, Flom, Cyert
9:07
Sherman, Flom, Cyert
9:07
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