When you stop fearing death,
You begin to live
When you stop worrying,
You can better live
When it all fall apart,
Then, you can start to rebuild
I have a bank full of memories, stolen memories and my memories. No longer sure of which is which so I look into every memory bill in search to find my memories. The price of memories, right now no longer worth much until someone is willing to charge because we are always willing to pay, we just don't know it yet. This is my memory banks and I share it with you.
Everything that is, everything that happens, gives life to a major, meaningful thing. America got comfortable and slept. After 911, everyone (most) became aware, they woke up and now authorities are not the only one policing our streets. People are aware, awake, and they want to protect themselves, their properties, their neighbors. Few little (no-ones) people got together to create such a catastrophic event and now a lot of no-ones got together to make sure it never happens again.Yellow and black, who would have thought, this two colors would go together. They go together on bees, the meaningless insect that have a painful needle-like material that is used when invoked. The funny thing is that I am the one who is invoked by the buzzing yellow and black insect that has been mesmerized by my cologne.