Standing here, I realize you were
Just like me trying to make history.
But who's to judge the right from wrong.
When our guard is down I think we'll both agree.
That violence breeds violence.
But in the end it has to be this way.
I've curved my own path, you've followed your wrath;
But maybe we're both the same.
The world has turned, and so many have burned.
But nobody is to blame.
It's tearing across this barren wasted land.
I feel new life could be born beneath
The blood stained sand.
A phrase you'll often hear dickbags say. They think they're being clever, but they're really just being patronizing, bags of shit. The phrase is usually uttered in contempt when someone expresses appreciation for something. Usually followed by "..right?"
The apex of becoming or being real. To be known for being your own individual self, rather than playing the role of what everyone desires you to be. Not a mold of society's expectations. Becoming "realized" requires utmost loyalty and the constant reality of life. Life is not to be lived a dream.
When you wake up and you're on your own sofa in your own house. On your own.
When you see your life for what it is.
When you put your phone on silent because you dont want to not hear your friends texting you.
When you sit up straight in bed, think why am I still single, then look around your apartment only to catch a glimpse of your creased forehead in the dirty cutlery in a bowl on the floor.
British slang for a scientist or technical expert, esp . when the speaker is not certain of the expert’s specific field of study. Not necessarily derogatory, but typically used by persons without a technical background. In the US, the equivalent would be “egghead”, “squint”, or “geek.”
Origin of the word is unknown. Started sometime in World War 2. Given the typical evolution of British slang, could easily have started because what these experts did was confusing or “baffling” to the common person.
According to the boffins downstairs, the murdererused a serrated blade.
When you have to pee in a movie but don’t want to miss anything, and must do the following mental equation: will the amount I have to pee cause enough discomfort to diminish my attention capacity for the remainder of the movie to an extent which is greater than the amount of the movie I would miss by making a mad dash to the restroom.
I saw Satantango last night, wonderful film but by the 5th hour I had to start doing peecalculus.