Comments by chimera

  • Perhaps this has to do with the theroy that all that surrounds us is but a figment of our imaginations?

    August 17, 2007

  • Rose-tinted view

    And satellites that compromise the truth

    I wanted more

    With the cuts and the bruises

    Touch my face

    A hopeless embrace

    Faith, it drives me away

    But it turns me on

    Like a strangers love

    It rockets through the universe

    It fuels the lies, it feeds the curse

    It means we could be glorious

    I need to believe

    But I still want more

    With the cuts and the bruises

    Don't close the door

    On what you adore

    Faith, it drives me away

    But it turns me on

    Like a strangers love

    It rockets through the universe

    It fuels the lies, it feeds the curse

    It means we could be glorious

    ~Muse~

    August 17, 2007

  • intermittent insanity, formerly believed to be related to phases of the moon.

    Extreme foolishness.

    August 17, 2007