There are so many ways to view the world that it gets a bit too overwhelming. Sometimes I imagine I’m a monk in a deserted mountain in the Himalayas. It’s pretty awesome.
If in an “emotions vs logic” situation you are leaning towards the former, then good luck. But you are a cool person and probably people like you. It’s not easy to be Louis Litt.
Also, telling cool stories doesn’t make you a cool person. Being a cool person makes cool stories.
I think that everyone should be trying harder to be a better person rather than a better professional. But this takes guts and strength, so no one really talks about it.
We are strong in a weak way. If we were really strong we would attempt to change ourselves, instead of trying to change others.
Music can never be happy or sad. It’s always bittersweet.
Sometimes I think people expect too much of me, but then I realise it’s not people it’s me. People don’t think so much about you.
Love can be the answer to many of our problems, but we prefer to go to war instead. Human logic.
So long as we strive for superiority we are going to suffer. Overcoming this should be our next big goal.
A few days ago I read that if you are a butler you can earn up to £90,000. Big-ups man.
a panicked lady in a leather jacket
she is holding a spear in one hand and in the other
a dice for every interluding dystopia she could submerge herself in
in a robotic voice she muttered “I’ve lost my map”
surfing down the alley chased by a black swan
a hazy reflection of an anonymous emotion
a quest for a higher ground
to paint the wrath in a mazy symphony
she is now snorkelling
a jaded animal longing for comfort
in a deserted place
a precarious relegation brings reassurance
to her spotted mind
but she shall never lose her map again
and blame herself
for the unscrupulous thoughts
once buried inside a wooden horse
the key and the lock intertwined
blinded the witty tatty boy
with the bow tie tattoo
a quirky line seems to be fine
to acknowledge the tasteless scent
the glow in his face must have made an impression
to trap your hands inside your pockets
smiling mirrors succumb to the immersion
i learnt my lesson
too many people make me freeze
my knees can’t keep up with the fizz
a gringo yelled my name right
it might have been the night
or the gloomy treasure of a body filled with trails
give me a century’s worth of opportunities
and i will throw them away
a new episode is on tv
that i should go see
if you’re still there take care
no no no if you’re still there take care