What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp?
Dare its deadly, terrors clasp.
(PS. Childhood poem I was taught,
never quite understood it or where
it came from. My relatives never told
me.)
Current Residence: Hawaii Favourite genre of music: Catchy, Introspective, & Philosophical Tunes Favourite style of art: The deeper the better Operating System: Windows XP Professional MP3 player of choice: Winamp Personal Quote: I listen to music for the purity of its circumstance.
My, how deviantart has changed. I almost forgot..
*Sigh, I wonder what life would be if I majored in art. Life would be so different..definitely fresher.
I don't want riches. I don't want money. I don't want any of that. I just want the gradients of euphoria and I want them all the time. That's all. Why did I skew such vision and contorted them to this trival pursuit of a stake in the social ladder? Why did I exercise my mind with such fervor to divine the complexities of another man's work? For what purpose does this serve but to ensconce my existence in this world as a trivial comparison of trivial qualities? I'm tired of trying to answer my own confusion with some half-hearted, not carefully thought out, and impulsive analysis. I just want answers. How do I live easily in this li