Vanity Card #4
On today's episode of My Life, I repeated the pattern of wishing I had rescheduled everything last week so I wouldn't have to worry about timing everything I do this week. If I just took the fifteen minutes out of my day that other day, I wouldn't be freaking about how late I'm doing the thing now. If I had just made that quick trip to the gas station last night, I wouldn't have to woken up extra early to make sure I had time to get gas in the morning before work. If I had written that reminder and stuck it on the fridge yesterday, I wouldn't be cursing at the wheel because I forgot to buy peanut butter. Oh, man. The glitches and malfunctions a person can experience in a short period of time. What an incredible train wreck it is trying to maintain a functional lifestyle. That is, if you intend on living in society. If you don't live in society, well, I respect you from the bottom of my tired heart.
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Alejandra Carrasco
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Based in BC, Canada
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Vanity Card #2
How are we built so differently from the geniuses that wrote entire symphonies before they had their first kiss? How haunted were those with the deafening call from the Gods to conjure compositions that would be reveled for centuries? What nightmares did Mozart have at night, at fourteen, knowing that he had the power to change the world? History books will never fully illustrate the torture that lived in the hearts of these pioneers, and how the suffering was necessary for them to succeed as prodigies, as legends, as madmen. Perhaps it was supernatural. Perhaps rock and roll said it best: They sold their souls to the devil.
By Alejandra Carrasco4 years ago in Poets
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