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Sardonic, yet witty!

  • @Z I have a question about my log in info... I recently got an iPad & would like to install Quipio on it, but forgot my log in email/password. Is there any way to help me, please? Many thanks! -azuresky

    @Z I have a question about my log in info... I recently got an iPad & would like to install Quipio on it, but forgot my log in email/password. Is there any way to help me, please? Many thanks! -azuresky

  • On this Day when children wait for the bells, family is the one thing that no store sells. Hold tight to their hands on this Day, if you asked what I wanted, I would ask you to stay. Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it, and to all those who do not, I hope your day is perfect as well.

    On this Day when children wait for the bells, family is the one thing that no store sells. Hold tight to their hands on this Day, if you asked what I wanted, I would ask you to stay. Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it, and to all those who do not, I hope your day is perfect as well.

  • For after we burn, what shape will rise from the ash? What heat will we keep?

    For after we burn, what shape will rise from the ash? What heat will we keep?

  • Wade through the fire and jump the fences, for the light we create is so much bigger than the darkness we’ve come through. Let the clothes burn and rip on the wire, nothing will stop us. Nothing.

    Wade through the fire and jump the fences, for the light we create is so much bigger than the darkness we’ve come through. Let the clothes burn and rip on the wire, nothing will stop us. Nothing.

  • They tell us we have a choice. We can see the bright lights, warm and proud, shining through the night that encroaches, Or we can see the dark forest, the shadows that grow and hide darker things. They tell us we can choose, that what we see is who we are. Tell me then why I always see both, why I always love them both the same? What is one without the other, what is light without the night? What is joy without the sorrow?

    They tell us we have a choice. We can see the bright lights, warm and proud, shining through the night that encroaches, Or we can see the dark forest, the shadows that grow and hide darker things. They tell us we can choose, that what we see is who we are. Tell me then why I always see both, why I always love them both the same? What is one without the other, what is light without the night? What is joy without the sorrow?

  • What of emptiness and the way it bleeds me dry? What of the silence?

    What of emptiness and the way it bleeds me dry? What of the silence?

  • Spidey stopped by to help me decorate my Lego tree 🎄

    Spidey stopped by to help me decorate my Lego tree 🎄

  • How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such a fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself as anything less than a god? And, when you consider that this incalculably subtle organism is inseparable from the still more marvelous patterns of its environment—from the minutest electrical designs to the whole company of the galaxies—

    How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such a fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself as anything less than a god? And, when you consider that this incalculably subtle organism is inseparable from the still more marvelous patterns of its environment—from the minutest electrical designs to the whole company of the galaxies—

  • Is it surprising that an existence so experienced seems so empty and bare that its hunger for an infinite future is insatiable? But suppose you could answer, “It would take me forever to tell you, and I am much too interested in what’s happening now.”

    Is it surprising that an existence so experienced seems so empty and bare that its hunger for an infinite future is insatiable? But suppose you could answer, “It would take me forever to tell you, and I am much too interested in what’s happening now.”

  • As it is, we are merely bolting our lives—gulping down undigested experiences as fast as we can stuff them in—because awareness of our own existence is so superficial and so narrow that nothing seems to us more boring than simple being. If I ask you what you did, saw, heard, smelled, touched and tasted yesterday, I am likely to get nothing more than the thin, sketchy outline of the few things that you noticed, and of those only what you thought worth remembering.

    As it is, we are merely bolting our lives—gulping down undigested experiences as fast as we can stuff them in—because awareness of our own existence is so superficial and so narrow that nothing seems to us more boring than simple being. If I ask you what you did, saw, heard, smelled, touched and tasted yesterday, I am likely to get nothing more than the thin, sketchy outline of the few things that you noticed, and of those only what you thought worth remembering.

  • Every now and again, you will feel a dull ache in your soul. A gentle humming around your heart. A longing for something without a name. If I ever told you to obey anything, this would be it. Listen to the call of your authentic self. That part of you that lives just outside of your own skin. Let it have its way with you. I have died a hundred times trying to ignore it.

    Every now and again, you will feel a dull ache in your soul. A gentle humming around your heart. A longing for something without a name. If I ever told you to obey anything, this would be it. Listen to the call of your authentic self. That part of you that lives just outside of your own skin. Let it have its way with you. I have died a hundred times trying to ignore it.

  • Become the very things you never have the courage to believe in.

    Become the very things you never have the courage to believe in.

  • Snow has fallen, laid out like a red carpet stained in white, unrolled for the long walk into Winter. These weary feet, they step forward now, these lonely eyes, they are lost in the contrast of white on grey.

    Snow has fallen, laid out like a red carpet stained in white, unrolled for the long walk into Winter. These weary feet, they step forward now, these lonely eyes, they are lost in the contrast of white on grey.

  • The colors seem dull...or something. It just feels like it's lifeless, lol. Damn painting just lying there! LOL @TheEnd

    The colors seem dull...or something. It just feels like it's lifeless, lol. Damn painting just lying there! LOL @TheEnd

  • Was I born patient or have the years of waiting taught me to be it?

    Was I born patient or have the years of waiting taught me to be it?

  • Tis the day to ROCK your ugly/fugly Christmas sweater ‼️

    Tis the day to ROCK your ugly/fugly Christmas sweater ‼️

  • Make your Friday fun 💛

    Make your Friday fun 💛

  • Maybe you are the sound of water on water. Maybe you are the whisper of all ripples blending into one. Maybe you are the rain, and maybe I am the lake. Maybe I have waited all my life for you to fall.

    Maybe you are the sound of water on water. Maybe you are the whisper of all ripples blending into one. Maybe you are the rain, and maybe I am the lake. Maybe I have waited all my life for you to fall.

  • Oh what we could be if we stopped carrying the remains of who we were.

    Oh what we could be if we stopped carrying the remains of who we were.