The reason to try in life is that here you are, and you only get
one chance, so WTF, why not? Do you have anything better to do? Are
you really such a weak operator that you would give up after
winning the lottery?
A savage desire
for strong emotions and sensations burns inside me: a
rage against this
soft-tinted, shallow, standardized and
sterilized life, and a mad craving to smash something
up, a department store, say, or a cathedral, or myself.
j u n
e a p p r e c i a t i o n s
~ the wind. the sun. the sky. the
moon. the stars. my friends.
the way he smiles. the way my freind's laugh. the way
talks to me. the way my friends say 'i love you.' my
music. poetry. roses and the smell of flowers. dancing
the sound of lullabies. wind chimes. soft acoustics.
smiling. loving and enjoying life. these are my j u n e a p p r e
c i a t i o n s ~