Zoomerang96
ONE love, blood, life
i just wanted to invite you all to the fiftieth anniversary tomorrow.
it's a pretty big deal, and a lot of people are excited. to be honest, i'm surprised more of you haven't approached me about it. i'm not pissed or anything, but a few congratulatory, even if half-assed and meaningless remarks would have meant at least something even if it's this close to nothing.
i'll put on my clothes, and pull up my tie right tight just like every other morning but tomorrow will end up being completely different than any other.
much love to those around me.
smoke is rolled in colonial pink.
in city shoes
of clueless blues
pays the views
and no-mans news
blades will fade from blood to sport
the heroin's cut these fuses short
smokers rode a colonial pig
drink and frame this pain i think
i'm melting silver poles my dear
you bleed your wings and then disappear
the moving scenes and pilot lights
smithereens have got 'em scaling heights
modern times come talk me down
and battle lines are drawn across this town
parisian boys without your names
ghetto stones instead of chains
talk 'em down cause it's up in flames
and nothing's changed
parisian boys without your names
riot like 1968 again
the days of rage yeah nothing's changed
well pretty flames
in school i would just bite my tongue
and now your words they strike me dumb
the flags are false and they contradict
they point and click which wounds to lick
on avenues this christian breeze
turns its heart to more needles please
our eyes roll back and we beg for more
it frays this skin and then underscore
the case for war you spin and bleed
the cells you fill screensavers feed
the girls you breed the soaps that you write
the graceless charm of your gutter snipes
the moving scenes and suburbanites
and smithereens got 'em scaling heights
modern times come talk me down
the battle lines are drawn across this town
english boys without your names
ghetto stones instead of chains
hearts and minds and u.s. Planes
nothing's changed
and english boys without your names
riot like the 1980's again
the days of rage yeah nothing's changed
more pretty flames
part with the problem
Kurt Gödel was born in what is now Brno in the Czech Republic in 1906. (At the time it was part of the Austrian-Hungarian empire.) In 1923, he attended the University of Vienna and received his doctorate in 1929 under the supervision of Hans Hahn (1879-1934), best known to mathematicians as one half of the Hahn-Banach Theorem. Gödel joined the faculty of the University of Vienna, and became a member of the famous group of positivist philosophers until 1938. While he was a part of this philosophical circle, his thinking was also much influenced by the work of Leibniz. This was to influence his thinking about the ontological argument.
With the outbreak of World War II, Kurt Gödel decided to leave Vienna. He emigrated to the United States in 1940, and joined the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton in 1953 until his death in 1978.
and of course
there's more to follow
point and click
it's a pretty big deal, and a lot of people are excited. to be honest, i'm surprised more of you haven't approached me about it. i'm not pissed or anything, but a few congratulatory, even if half-assed and meaningless remarks would have meant at least something even if it's this close to nothing.
i'll put on my clothes, and pull up my tie right tight just like every other morning but tomorrow will end up being completely different than any other.
much love to those around me.
smoke is rolled in colonial pink.
in city shoes
of clueless blues
pays the views
and no-mans news
blades will fade from blood to sport
the heroin's cut these fuses short
smokers rode a colonial pig
drink and frame this pain i think
i'm melting silver poles my dear
you bleed your wings and then disappear
the moving scenes and pilot lights
smithereens have got 'em scaling heights
modern times come talk me down
and battle lines are drawn across this town
parisian boys without your names
ghetto stones instead of chains
talk 'em down cause it's up in flames
and nothing's changed
parisian boys without your names
riot like 1968 again
the days of rage yeah nothing's changed
well pretty flames
in school i would just bite my tongue
and now your words they strike me dumb
the flags are false and they contradict
they point and click which wounds to lick
on avenues this christian breeze
turns its heart to more needles please
our eyes roll back and we beg for more
it frays this skin and then underscore
the case for war you spin and bleed
the cells you fill screensavers feed
the girls you breed the soaps that you write
the graceless charm of your gutter snipes
the moving scenes and suburbanites
and smithereens got 'em scaling heights
modern times come talk me down
the battle lines are drawn across this town
english boys without your names
ghetto stones instead of chains
hearts and minds and u.s. Planes
nothing's changed
and english boys without your names
riot like the 1980's again
the days of rage yeah nothing's changed
more pretty flames
part with the problem
Kurt Gödel was born in what is now Brno in the Czech Republic in 1906. (At the time it was part of the Austrian-Hungarian empire.) In 1923, he attended the University of Vienna and received his doctorate in 1929 under the supervision of Hans Hahn (1879-1934), best known to mathematicians as one half of the Hahn-Banach Theorem. Gödel joined the faculty of the University of Vienna, and became a member of the famous group of positivist philosophers until 1938. While he was a part of this philosophical circle, his thinking was also much influenced by the work of Leibniz. This was to influence his thinking about the ontological argument.
With the outbreak of World War II, Kurt Gödel decided to leave Vienna. He emigrated to the United States in 1940, and joined the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton in 1953 until his death in 1978.
and of course
there's more to follow
point and click
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