the amgydala is the part of the brain that causes anger, sadness, depression and self-doubt. i was discussing with rebecca, on the way back from bobst, what the world would be like if their amygdala was excised. would people step back and in their happiness see this shitty place and ask themselves "what the FUCK did we do?!" instead of spending lots of money on plastic surgery, one should take that money to cut the amygdala out. then they'd be pretty and beautiful and perfect forever. see how i can save everyone?!
noone hears me. (simultaneous weezer allusion)
i was reading wordsworth high and i'm sorry old white british man, i never gave your romantic ass a chance. he's fucking brilliant in some parts and not the-assumed-cheester.
ok i'm going to be a nerdy sap here:
"Among the flowers, and with the flowers I played;
A temper known to those, who, after long
And weary expectation, have been blest
With sudden happiness beyond all hope."
"The heart luxuriates with indifferent things,"
"the notion of pre-existence as having sufficient foundation in humanity for authorizing me to make for my purpose the best use of it I could as a poet."
"Paulo maiora canamus" Latin for "Let us sing of somewhat higher things"
To Toussaint l'Ouverture "Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and Man's unconquerable mind."
"My own voice cheered me, and, far more, te mind's internal echo of the imperfect sound. To both I listened,"
But Blake's Marriage on Heaven and Hell is wonderful.
From his Proverbs of Hell
"Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Improvement makes straight roads, but the crooked roads without improvement are roads of genius.
Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.
Where man is not, nature is barren.
Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ'd.
Enough! or Too much. "
Fuck, sometimes I'm bitching happy I'm a liberal arts major and not some tight ass Sternie.