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The world needs more empathy. If only everyone listened to Bonobo.


Lester was given a magic wish
By the goblin who lives in the banyan tree,
And with his wish he wished for two more wishes -
So now instead of just one wish, he cleverly had three.
And with each one of these
He simply wished for three more wishes,
Which gave him three old wishes, plus nine new.
And with each of these twelve
He slyly wished for three more wishes,
Which added up to forty-six - or is it fifty-two?
Well anyway, he used each wish
To wish for wishes ‘til he had
Five billion, seven million, eighteen thousand thirty-four.
And then he spread them on the ground
And clapped his hands and danced around
And skipped and sang, and then sat down
And wished for more.
And more…and more…they multiplied
While other people smiled and cried
And loved and reached and touched and felt.
Lester sat amid his wealth
Stacked mountain-high like stacks of gold,
Sat and counted - and grew old.
And then one Thursday night they found him
Dead - with his wishes piled around him.
And they counted the lot and found that not
A single one was missing.
All shiny and new - here, take a few
And think of Lester as you do.
In a world of apples and kisses and shoes
He wasted his wishes on wishing.

- Shel Silverstein, Where The Sidewalk Ends

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“Are you okay?”
“No,” he said still lying face-down on his bed.
Nathan entered the room cautiously. “What’s wrong buddy? What’s getting you down?”
“Ugh,” Chuck sighed, rolling over. “I’ve got girl problems.”
“Oh, no. Not girl problems.”
“It’s always girl problems.”
Nathan took a seat on the chair…

Two Irish blokes played this for me this evening. I love you Roche brothers.

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Hush, Jane! you think too much of the love of human beings; you are too impulsive, too vehement; the sovereign hand that created your frame, and put life into it, has provided you with other resources than your feeble self, or than creatures feeble as you. Besides this earth, and besides the race of men, there is an invisible world and a kingdom of spirits: that world is round us, for it is everywhere; and those spirits watch us, for they are commissioned to guard us; and if we were dying in pain and shame, if scorn smote us on all sides, and hatred crushed us, angels see our tortures, recognize our innocence (if innocent we be: as I know you are…), and God waits only the separation of spirit from flesh to crown us with a full reward. Why, then, should we ever sink overwhelmed with distress, when life is so soon over, and death is so certain an entrance to happiness - to glory?
— I’m almost done Jane Eyre, its taken me weeks upon weeks - and it was worth every minute.

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there were chains, so I loved you like a slave
— Listening to Leonard Cohen, rattling in the deep

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Emiliana Torrini - Hold Heart

A beautiful voice, an angelic face, from a magical place.

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Lets play tag.

Lets play tag.

I took this picture of my backyard today, its a new season - I name you Swing.

I took this picture of my backyard today, its a new season - I name you Swing.

What a rak! →

Beautiful views.