Foolhardy Witticism

foolhardywitticism 04:53 on March 20, 2010 | 0 | # |

There are hours in which it worries a man to keep from
a friend a secret, which hitherto he has often taken great
pains to conceal. The soul then feels an irresistible impulse
to impart itself completely, and reveal its innermost self
to the friend, in order to make him so much the more a
friend. At these moments delicate souls disclose them-
selves to each other, and it doubtless sometimes happens
that the one shrinks back in fright from its acquaintance
with the other.

foolhardywitticism 20:30 on March 9, 2010 | 0 | # |

woops

foolhardywitticism 04:48 on March 7, 2010 | 0 | # |

I feel Mayan when I light up.

foolhardywitticism 04:44 on March 7, 2010 | 0 | # |

It reads "Smoking is being tobaccos slave."

foolhardywitticism 04:38 on March 7, 2010 | 0 | # |

Sometimes, it only takes the simplest truth to make sense of it all.
I had spent so much time trying to find meaning in other things, external, that I had forgot what I was really here to do.
I am enrolled. My profession is studying. I should work hard on being darn good at it, or else drop out. So now I begin to try darn hard. Or maybe tomorrow. I have to separate my night of epiphany.

foolhardywitticism 04:35 on March 7, 2010 | 0 | # |

John Lennon

foolhardywitticism 04:33 on March 7, 2010 | 0 | # |

This isn’t very foolhardy or witty, is it?

foolhardywitticism 03:15 on March 7, 2010 | 0 | # |

oooooh, purdy

foolhardywitticism 03:13 on March 7, 2010 | 0 | # |

I have 45.5 days of music on my computer, and I’ve listened to all of it.

foolhardywitticism 02:36 on March 7, 2010 | 0 | # |

Ah, what tones!