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I think it’s a little strange. I saw the prototype of Billy, basically the getup he was wearing at the final metro show. Taking this one image of Billy and immortalizing it in a game is kinda crappy. Would be cool if you could select which era of Billy you wanted and go with that style.
I’m not a fan of GH, I’ve actually never played it. It seems insane to me to spend hours pushing buttons like a guitar instead of actually learning to fucking play it. lol. You know? My god, you could easily play these songs for real and probably buy a guitar/amp etc. for the price you pay to mimic the real thing.
I guess all in all, I’m not a big fan of the GH idea, so to me, it’s kinda lame.
maybe so, just pointing it out in this particular thread. was news to me, as i’m not so much into following live shows/songs played, etc.
http://www.smashingpumpkins.com/news_8101
Turns out, this was not a new song after all. Rather a cover of Run, Shaker Life by Richie Havens. We all gotta step up our musical knowledge!!!!!
So yeah, depression is addictive… etc.[/quote:3hdemf12]
I know what you mean. Sometimes I feel like I’m in a downward spiral. I think downward spiral is more accurate in some cases, because a bad thing leads to another bad thing, which leads to another bad thing, which makes the first thing worse, which makes the second thing worse, which makes the third thing worse, and so forth.[/quote:3hdemf12]
and so fourth….
just as the heated light is silenced for the night
listen to the velvet fabric as it hits the hardwood plank
fading red pastels bleed into the lofty floor
with curtains down, the last aria was sang
the crowd exits, and now the cast bows
cheers and jeers are soon to follow
but only you can feel the silence of the end
as it begins to slither around your neck
one last breath for you and iSo yeah, depression is addictive. I’m not sure this is \"quite\" accurate, but I think it’s pretty close. I think thought patterns are easily repeated, and negative ones sure don’t help. You can easily fall into a cyclic rhythm, where negativity feeds into depression, and depression feeds into the negative thoughts. When you’re down in the hole, so to speak, it’s hard to break that cycle. It’s also hard to want to. It’s hard to even care. So begins the whirlpool. How do you even look up when you can’t breathe and waves are constantly bashing you into the surf?
It’s also so chique. Rainbows, peace, love, happiness…rings of hippies. I think our society associates these values with a time long passed. I have a hard time blaming them. Let’s all be gay, hold hands, kiss one another, and all is well. That just isn’t reality. If it is, you are sleeping.
I often wonder how anyone can NOT be depressed in today’s society. :S I know that’s a pretty disparaging outlook… but realizing things around you are shit is not necessarily a bad thing.
To me? I feel like the worst part of today’s life is just how supposedly easy everything is. I was thinking along a drive home the other day about the earth’s energy crisis, and what I could do to help. Was thinking about different fuels, designs, etc for a car. Not 15 minutes into my thought, did I become distracted by bills, speeding, etc. essentially, shit that has no place in open thought, but it creeped in anyway. i always succomb to this. tis why i never get far, and maybe why my depression tends to perpetuate itself.
I fell for a guy several years older than me, not helpful. But blah.
I don’t feel like getting hurt again so I just don’t care anymore. I have plenty of life to live in and anything can happen, I guess. I’ve decided to go with the flow and see what happens. Not very intelligent but very very peaceful.[/quote:2vwwiutn]
This is about where I am too Marcella. I gave my all to my current/ex wife, and I was shit on for it. Made the fool. But I’m over it now, as it was a learning experience. I could let it change me, and make me a jealous person. But I don’t want to be that guy. Always calling. Always checking up on ya. Fuck that, I should be able to trust you. That’s what I did with my wife, and she abused it. I let her know she fucked up, and we’re working on getting separated, ultimately divorced.
But we’re doing it kindly, which is special. As I said before, we were always friends first, so I suppose that will never die. She and I can still make each other laugh and that’s a big part of our relationship. But, anything deeper? Nah, no thanks.
So right now, I’m not looking for love. At this moment, I don’t care. If I find it, great. If not, I did find it once and that’s good enough for me.
It reminds me of a scene in City Slickers. Kirk Douglas played the old cowboy, teaching Billy Crystal’s character the ways of the West. B. Crystal asks him if he was ever in love. Kirk says something like yeah, and he fondly recalls his love experience and shares it with B. Crystal. He’s like, why not find it again? He says, I already had it. I’m at peace with that and lucky for it.
Horrible synopsis, but that’s where I am now, mentally, regarding love. I don’t even want a good fuck anymore, would rather masturbate and be alone. lol.
Nothing left to say
And all Ive left to do
Is run away
From youAnd she led me up, down
With secrets I cant keep
Close your eyes and sleep
Dont wait up for me
Hush now dont you speak
To meWrap my hurt in you
And took my shelter in that pain
The opiate of blame
Is you broken heart, your heartSo now Im all by myself
As Ive always felt
Ill betray my tears
To anyone caught in our ruse of foolsOne last kiss for me…yeah
One last kiss good nightDidnt want to lose you once again
Didnt want to be your friend
Fulfill a promise made of tears
And crawled back to youNow Im all by myself
As Ive always felt
And Ill betray myself
To anyone, anyone but youSo let the sadness come again
On that you can depend on me
Until the bitter, bitter end
When good sleeps in blissAnd Im all by myself
As Ive always felt
And Ill betray myself
To anyoneDisarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burnI used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
Whats a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to youDisarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one whos left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burnI used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
Whats a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to youThe killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to youMuch madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
âT is the majority
In this, as all, prevails.
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur,âyou âre straightway dangerous,
And handled with a chain———————————————————-
Emily Dickenson – 1862
soon, i’ll find myself alone, to relax and fade away….
okay. on the surface of this thread, not a lot going on. suicide, etc. and i don’t think the point of this thread is to dwell on suicidal tendicies, rather, overcoming them.
with that said, i’d like to share with you, dazey, my personal struggle with depression and anxiety. it is an everyday struggle for me. i take medication, and i feel that the medication for the anxiety works, and the medication for the depression may not.
i have the hardest time getting out of bed sometimes. even after 8, 10, 12 hours of sleep. fuck it, i’m comfortable. i realize how strange that is, and have sought help to correct it.
i’ve never pictured myself in an \"asylum\", but wouldn’t give two shits if that’s where i ended up. why? just motherfucking ’cause. (to be addressed later, hopefully).
like you, i’ve learned to appreciate the smallest happy moments in life. the things that make me laugh, bring me joy, or just cry. i believe that’s is what life is about. the rollercoaster. ups and downs. life would not be life w/o it.
life is defined by the struggle. think about it…imagine you had everything you wanted. no worries, no cares, no sadness, no NOTHING. you have it all, w/o having shit. that’s how i view it. the blessed are only blessed if they are aware and continue to make and STRUGGLE to make each day a blessing.
so, i believe conflict and struggle are what develops character, but moreover, what actually defines life.
crap dazey, i don’t feel like this response gave your post justice. i’ll return later w/ more.
and you stole my rock hands!!!!!!!!!
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\\m/basically reggae, use whatever you want. i don’t think any legal issues can arise, as we are not making a profit by utilizing these images, rather, the complete reverse. we are giving money away.
i think whatever you want to do is fine.
This is no test pressing, rather, the standard WLP version, released as standard.
You made my heart skip though, Mayo. Please don’t do that again. Only one rare 12\" t/p per year, please!!!!!
Why do we settle? Why should we settle? Shouldn’t we search for our "soul mate" until we find him/her, then go for it?[/quote:3kr9wv89]
I think sometimes "life" gets in the way. Or your roots have grown to far down. You’re in the water table, you’ve seen plenty of storms, and can weather any more that may come your way.
It’s just, you look over, and see that other forest. You know you belong there. But you can’t. Or won’t. Unless you uproot, hike up your bark, march over there, and replant yourself in the proper forest. How unlikely is that? Probably highly.
Bringing it back to topic….
I don’t see what’s so bad about being caught in the rain….esp if w/someone you are sweet on. We all dry. Oop, almost said, "We all dry off." That would be incorrect grammar though.[/quote:1afhzbw6]
I think being caught naked in the rain would suck!!! Even if you’re with the person you truly love.
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