The Insomniac
Wants to leave home and see the world
Clueless at life and its social customs
just wish bennedict was here to see it
If Rafael Nadal looks inexplicably calm to you considering there are about seven tennis balls heading for his face, relax. It’s not Nadal. It’s a wax figure in a London Park about to be placed in Madame Tussauds’ wax museum. But it does look frighteningly real.
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Why we won’t let musicians rest in peace
It’s called the “death effect” and it’s the same for actors, authors and artists — whether it’s an increase in exposure or a supply-induced demand (no more painter, no more paintings), public hunger for a person’s work grows exponentially following their passing. When it comes to musicians, however, the situation has the added element of necromancy, a sort of pop culture-tinged resurrection. From conspiracy theories claiming fake deaths to companies using technology to revive long-gone artists, audiences refuse to let musicians rest in peace. (Illustration by Steve Murray)
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How do I tell you something?
when you plug your ears.
How do I show you something?
when you cover your eyes.
How can I show you how I feel?
if you won’t open up.
How do I live,
if I can’t
How can I be strong
if I can’t
How can I be happy
if I can’t
Good part of prom-getting to know my date, bus ride to prom was fun. parts of actual prom was fun.
Neutral part-was kinda awkward dancing to some of the music there. date was pretty tired. getting pictures taken was boring.
bad part-date decided that she couldn’t ditch the person she just met because she felt like that person didn’t have friends. so post prom was basically without her.
worst part-date said she’d pay for breakfast because she felt bad for me paying for everything, didn’t go through. :(
Overall-it was ok, it was my first time having a date so that was fun, but I couldn’t say prom was amazing.
I am almost at the finish line, but I am out of energy. The last leg is pushing my human limits to the extreme. Will I make it?
Is it the failure of society,
that people live on streets,
desperate and cold,
fingers black and dead,
and their eyes show lack of life,
while city walkers,
move on,
with their sunglasses,
ignoring the misery that is so close to home.
How do I find motivation to study and do well academically, if I have no individual desire to live?
