Loreena McKennitt - The Mummers' Dance (HQ)

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I : Be ready! am gonna eat your head up!

He : Its okay... You can eat my head.

:) :)

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Is happiness a bigger wannabe than satisfaction...!

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Quoted text..

Doppelganger me.

Is it just me
or every waking spirit,
coats itself
with a shield of glee.

Masking the accepted
social smile,
and revealing the dread
in the depths of night.

This is not often
though spontaneous;
observations, jesters,
noticed by me.

Juggling in others
the mirrors of me,
or mirroring myself
on others plea.

Is that for real
that is apparent to all..
or the one confronted,
just by me.

Do people belong
to where they are?
Or where their hearts,
might as well be?

Is it in us
that the pair of the claws
of the closet
resides?

Or shall I
ask myself,
is it walking barefoot,
strolling somewhere outside?

Nonetheless,
wherever it be;
call it inside
or outside of me,

There is a cold
breeze of air,
surrounding the enchanted
just the thought of thee.

Some confront them
others choose to ignore,
letting it behave as a passing thought
or a shadowy history.

But with me in it,
the scenario changes;
as I love to shake hands
with the doppelganger me.

Stay Raw.

Don't shut your eyes
face the ugly truth.
Let the pupil inject
the moment's balloon.

Don't turn your back
to the tethering crowd.
Rather punch back the blurb
hard and tight.

Stay raw,
bathe naked in sunshine.
Be aware of the fact
the night balm melts with time.

Laugh it off
if need be puke it out.
But don't keep it to yourself
the baggage of droops.

Confront the real you
shake hands with your shadow.
Ask her to stay anywhere
but not inside of you.

Only then you can scan yourself
X-ray it well.
Staying raw is not primitive
it's then you'll find the new you.

A breath through the spine.

The awaited encounter
left me with a breath through the spine.

The whole body stimulating
as the soul gratifies.

The heart shifts the curtains aside
and allows the jailed emotions overflow.

Not rainbowic this time
but empowered by the clouds alike.

The descending was by far natural
gratifying the so called thirst.

And the unseen bottled elves
flung to the unknown shores.

The peeling was quite convincing
not fuckingly fleeting this time.

And the awaited encounter
left me with a breath through the spine.

Lady Gaga - Born This Way

:) :)

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"The young photographer glanced at Roark's face-and thought of something that had puzzled him for a long time: he had always wondered why the sensations one felt in dreams were so much more intense than anything one could experience in waking reality-why the horror was so total and the ecstasy so complete- and what was that extra quality which could never be recaptured afterward: the quality of what he felt when he walked down a path through tangled green leaves in a dream, in an air full of expectation, of causeless, utter rapture-and when he awakened he could not explain it, it had been just a path through some woods. He thought of that because he saw that extra quality for the first time in waking existence, he saw it in Roark's face lifted to the building."

Ayn Rand
THE FOUNTAINHEAD

Röyksopp - You Don't Have A Clue

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Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth.

— Virginia Woolf

"I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as an ordinary woman, to enter ordinary relationships - I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself."
— Anais Nin