Men changed Nature in his own image, Nature changed Men in her own image
Friday, December 26, 2014
Debat-debat Yang Seharusnya Sudah Kadaluarsa Yang Kita Harus Move On Secepatnya
1. Ateisme dan Teisme
2. Kearifan Lokal/Tradisional/Adat dan Sains
3. Kapitalisme dan Komunisme
4. Hayek dan Keynes
5. Hirarki dan Anarki
6. Logika Rasional dan Logika Batin
7. Urban dan Rural
8. Nutella dan selai-selai lainnya
9. The West dan The Orient
10. Primitivism/Environmentalism dan Technological-Determinism
2. Kearifan Lokal/Tradisional/Adat dan Sains
3. Kapitalisme dan Komunisme
4. Hayek dan Keynes
5. Hirarki dan Anarki
6. Logika Rasional dan Logika Batin
7. Urban dan Rural
8. Nutella dan selai-selai lainnya
9. The West dan The Orient
10. Primitivism/Environmentalism dan Technological-Determinism
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Sweet, Sweet, Apathy
Some lyrics made 2-3 years ago.
Remember when you're a kid?
You used to like to hide
Under the blanket sheet
Invisible ride
Imagined pretty things, like Biker Mice From Mars
Desire in anything, that blows your eyes
Now you're 23
Oh sweet apathy
Oh, c'mon
Remember empty streets?
You like to chase and run
There might be playground parks
Behind the sun
Ridin' your three-wheels bike
Nowhere's too far
Waiting the time to come
To own a car
But now you're 43
Oh, sweet apathy
Oh, c'mon
As it all had passed and gone
delusions faded away,
away,
away
Substance takes it form
Would it ever deluded again
ever
again
Remember when you're a kid?
You used to like to hide
Under the blanket sheet
Invisible ride
Imagined how you'll die
between the backyard's stars
Oh, everyone you knew
realized the missing part
It ends at 63
Oh, sweet apathy
Well, go on
Remember when you're a kid?
You used to like to hide
Under the blanket sheet
Invisible ride
Imagined pretty things, like Biker Mice From Mars
Desire in anything, that blows your eyes
Now you're 23
Oh sweet apathy
Oh, c'mon
Remember empty streets?
You like to chase and run
There might be playground parks
Behind the sun
Ridin' your three-wheels bike
Nowhere's too far
Waiting the time to come
To own a car
But now you're 43
Oh, sweet apathy
Oh, c'mon
As it all had passed and gone
delusions faded away,
away,
away
Substance takes it form
Would it ever deluded again
ever
again
Remember when you're a kid?
You used to like to hide
Under the blanket sheet
Invisible ride
Imagined how you'll die
between the backyard's stars
Oh, everyone you knew
realized the missing part
It ends at 63
Oh, sweet apathy
Well, go on
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