IVE GOT THE MAGIC BOX.
It's that can't eat
can't sleep
reach for the stars
over the fence
world series kind of love
can't sleep
reach for the stars
over the fence
world series kind of love
Things have been tough lately for dreamers.
They say dreaming is dead, no one does it anymore.
It's not dead it's just that it's been forgotten, removed from our language.
Nobody teaches it so nobody knows it exists.
The dreamer is banished to obscurity.
Well, I'm trying to change all that, and I hope you are too.
By dreaming, every day.
Dreaming with our hands and dreaming with our minds.
Our planet is facing the greatest problems it's ever faced, ever.
So whatever you do, don't be bored,
this is absolutely the most exciting time we could have possibly hoped to be alive.
And things are just starting
They say dreaming is dead, no one does it anymore.
It's not dead it's just that it's been forgotten, removed from our language.
Nobody teaches it so nobody knows it exists.
The dreamer is banished to obscurity.
Well, I'm trying to change all that, and I hope you are too.
By dreaming, every day.
Dreaming with our hands and dreaming with our minds.
Our planet is facing the greatest problems it's ever faced, ever.
So whatever you do, don't be bored,
this is absolutely the most exciting time we could have possibly hoped to be alive.
And things are just starting
Listen up, maggots.
You are not special.
You are not a beautiful or unique snowflakes.
You're the same decaying organic matter
as everything else.
You are not special.
You are not a beautiful or unique snowflakes.
You're the same decaying organic matter
as everything else.
We spend our whole life trying to stop death.
Eating, inventing, loveing praying, fighting, killing.
But what do we really know about death?
Just that nobody comes back.
Then there comes a point-a moment-
in life when your mind out lives its desires,
its obsessions, when your habits survive your dreams,
and when your losses...
Maybe death is a gift.
Eating, inventing, loveing praying, fighting, killing.
But what do we really know about death?
Just that nobody comes back.
Then there comes a point-a moment-
in life when your mind out lives its desires,
its obsessions, when your habits survive your dreams,
and when your losses...
Maybe death is a gift.
I would rather have had one breath of her hair,
one kiss from her mouth,
one touch of her hand,
than eternity without it.
One.
one kiss from her mouth,
one touch of her hand,
than eternity without it.
One.
For my mom:
God, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change
the courage to change the things I can
and the wisdom to know the difference.
God, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change
the courage to change the things I can
and the wisdom to know the difference.



