I shall never exchange my fetters for slavish servility. ’Tis better to be chained to the rock than be bound to the service of Zeus. --Aeschylus, Prometheus Bound Mars shall glow tonight, Artemis is out of sight. Rust in the twilight sky Colors a bloodshot eye, Or shall I say that dust Sunders the sleep of the just? Hold fast to the gift of fire! I am rage! I am wrath! I am ire! The vulture sits on my rock, Licks at the chains that mock Emancipation’s breath, Reeks of death, death, death. Death shall not unclench me. I am earth, wind, and sea! Kisses bestow on the brave That defy the damp of the grave And strike the chill hand of Death with the flaming sword of love. Orion stirs. The vulture Retreats from the hard, pure Thrust of the spark that burns, Unbounds, departs, returns To pluck out of death’s fist A god who dared to resist.
Marcos. Tuta. Hitler. Diktador. (trans. Marcos: puppet, Hitler, dictator) :D
clmontero , if you want, once you’re done there we can live together. I hear Palo Alto needs people like you. If California is too overrated, then, I know you can make it out of there.
Life is horrendous. Living is sad and tedious. We all get breaks. Yours will come. The first step for you, though, was you got a job at school and you’re gone from retail. Second step is graduating. Then you can move out.
People say that suffering is inevitable and that suffering through your end goal - which is to progress - is worth it. You can do it. We can do it.