In New York City, we walk among giant monoliths. Can we ever be friends with them?
Dada Space Cat
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I’ve been trying to do it right (Hey!) I’ve been living a lonely life(Ho!) I’ve been sleeping here instead (Hey!) I’ve been sleeping in my bed, lyrics by : THE LUMINEERS – HO HEY LYRICS Although- I have to say, the rest of the lyrics do not interest me as much, I like this part about “sleeping here instead”. We can like our beds, love them perhaps, but if we are in them too much, perhaps it means we are depressed. We need to go out and enjoy time with loved ones and people that make us happy.
Tagged: Lyrics, quotes, The Lumineers
Can we make a man into something else then a man? What should you say of a she, walking in the wilderness, with a body of a goddess, and a mind, worldly, with a power to sting? Is there no man in her, no darkness, urges of fire and might, thoughts of greatness, wisdom and might? Maybe, even war? They make us proud, some of these men, with thoughts of might and greatness. Does she not make us proud? Do we not want to be like her? Do we cast her as our “second”, who belongs to men, just to long for her, write to her, and try to figure her out? Does she not belong in our songs, and in…
Categories: Culture, Existentialism, Fun, Literature, Philosophy, satire, Science Fiction, Women, Writing
Tagged: androids, Existentialist, future, satire, science fiction, story, women
What if there was a soy-milk carton walking up the side of the kitchen wall? Would you say hello?
By DadaSpaceCat
We are looking at art on the wall that is half ruined. It looks like squids and lines and shapes and they look like they are made from frosting. Someone says that the art was ruined by the refrigerator. The art was made for the kitchen wall, but the refrigerator ruined it. There is another display shown, but this time they are book shelves. Patricia says she decorated the book selves by her bed with bunnies. She is very excited to show the artist how she made the book shelf better by adding her touch. The stuffed bunnies sit everywhere on the book shelf. I touch them, and move them around on the shelf so that they are properly facing the audience looking…
Mom- “Why is there a paper on Socrates in the bathroom?” Dada-Cat- “It’s not Socrates mom, it’s Aristotle.”
