Sinna is amazing. He is a wonderful person with an adorable laugh and incredible art skills. He's very funny and cute, and very cringe.
Sinna is amazing. He is a wonderful person with an adorable laugh and incredible art skills. He's very funny and cute, and very cringe.
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Thing with Bruno is you either love him or you hate him: you love him because he's Ayrton's nephew and Ayrton himself once said, talking about Bruno, and I quote, "You think I can drive, you should see my nephew Bruno." And you hate him because he got into F1 because of the name Senna and that he also brings in money to drive in F1, because that's who F1 "fans" seem to like to rip on are the pay-drivers, or the drivers who have to pay their way in just to drive a car.
Thing with Bruno is you either love him or you hate him: you love him because he's Ayrton's nephew and Ayrton himself once said, talking about Bruno, and I quote, "You think I can drive, you should see my nephew Bruno." And you hate him because he got into F1 because of the name Senna and that he also brings in money to drive in F1, because that's who F1 "fans" seem to like to rip on are the pay-drivers, or the drivers who have to pay their way in just to drive a car.
F1 "fan": "Bruno Senna? Oh, come on... he only got in because of the name 'Senna' and he brought money, too."
Me: "I can assure you pay-drivers are nothing new. And Ayrton himself assured us that Bruno can drive the wheels off of a car!"
Me: "I can assure you pay-drivers are nothing new. And Ayrton himself assured us that Bruno can drive the wheels off of a car!"
by MlleRCCola March 8, 2012
Get the Bruno Senna mug.My thoughts are the threads of the tapestry of my life. I manifest my life with my thoughts. Without my thoughts I am a comatose vegetable with no manifest reality. Every thought to which I attach a personal emotion becomes a stitch in my tapestry. I can think fear without being fear, but the moment I attach my personal emotion of fear to a fearful thought, I have invited fear into my life. One lonely fearful thread may not do any harm but, if I am not careful, very soon the threads of fear work together to make a pattern in my life. Then a scene begins to emerge in my tapestry - a needle point detail that describes my fear - with some focus the entire threads become a scene of fear; by fear and for fear. No matter how I spin it, no matter how I try to artistically codify those threads, in the end it is still a scene about fear.
By attaching an emotion to my thoughts - i.e. joy, fear, hate, love or anger - the thought acquires a synaptic relationship to that emotion (a comfort zone, if you will). This emotional investment manifests a fabric of emotion to drape over my thought and clothe it with something that belongs to me (kind of like a uniform). Then my emotion is disguised as a thought, and the thought is disguised as an emotion. This emotional relationship gives my thoughts shape, texture and form in the three-dimensional world where my body resides - which is supposed to be outside of my thinking. Next a three-dimensional presence is manifested as the reality of my life, and it appears in the form of people, places and things.
My tapestry is quite like the plumage of a peacock, attracting other peacocks with a reality similar to my own. I grow the plumage - or weave the tapestry if you will (since I am mixing metaphors) - because it suits my purpose and my purpose is to live in fear, to doubt everything, not to trust anything or anyone - or NOT.
By attaching an emotion to my thoughts - i.e. joy, fear, hate, love or anger - the thought acquires a synaptic relationship to that emotion (a comfort zone, if you will). This emotional investment manifests a fabric of emotion to drape over my thought and clothe it with something that belongs to me (kind of like a uniform). Then my emotion is disguised as a thought, and the thought is disguised as an emotion. This emotional relationship gives my thoughts shape, texture and form in the three-dimensional world where my body resides - which is supposed to be outside of my thinking. Next a three-dimensional presence is manifested as the reality of my life, and it appears in the form of people, places and things.
My tapestry is quite like the plumage of a peacock, attracting other peacocks with a reality similar to my own. I grow the plumage - or weave the tapestry if you will (since I am mixing metaphors) - because it suits my purpose and my purpose is to live in fear, to doubt everything, not to trust anything or anyone - or NOT.
“My thoughts were stitched into the fabric of my emotions
until the synaptic relationship to my feelings had dyed the tapestry
of my life the bright red color of fear.” ~Rusty Cline~
until the synaptic relationship to my feelings had dyed the tapestry
of my life the bright red color of fear.” ~Rusty Cline~
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Ya. He was expensive, but he sure left a good taste in the back of my mouth
Ya. He was expensive, but he sure left a good taste in the back of my mouth
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