Not exact matches
for the world, which
seems To lie before us like a
land of
dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new.
STONER»S PRAYER Now I pass out into sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Grant no other stoner take My weed and bong before I wake Keep me safely in thy sight And grant no crackhead's thrill tonight And in the morning let me awake Breathing scents of wake «n bake God protect me in my
dreams and make this better than it
seems Grant the time may siwftly fly When myself shall be so high In a green grass weed bed Where I long to rest my head Far away from all these scenes And the smell of bammer smoked by beans Take me back into the
land Where the cops never take you out Where the weed won't burn my throat like sand; Where the scent of chronis blows Where the good Mary Jane grows; Take me back and I'll promise then Never to leave BC again... - Anonymous
But the ordinary things they long for, and the things that they find funny, and the infinite variety of things they
dream of, and the games they play, and animals they wish they could have, and things they like to eat, and clothes they wish they could afford to buy, are not as different as the world
seems to believe from what most other children in this
land enjoy, or
dream of, or desire.
I remember buying my first book on planets (by Patrick Moore) back in the 1950s, when the idea of
landing on the Moon still
seemed an impossible
dream.
for the world, which
seems To lie before us like a
land of
dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.»
In Triple Deluxe, all
seems to be going well in
Dream Land when suddenly a giant beanstalk erupts from the ground, taking the colorful world and its inhabitants high into the sky.
But
Dream Land 3 always
seemed to find new and creative ways to use its powers and animal friends to uncover those Heart Stars.
Hollywoodland Let me bring you to the
land of 1947 Los Angeles where the American
Dream is flourishing, and anything
seems possible.
, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things
seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and
lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need
dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,
She grew up in rural northern California, climbing trees, playing in the mud, and
dreaming of living off the
land, so developing an interest in the medicinal qualities of plants
seemed like a natural development later in life.
I used to play Kirby's
Dream Land for the Game Boy over and over again all the time, and it
seemed like the ideal portable game, so it's nice to see it getting back into that rhythm and accessibility.
With job creation numbers remaining modest and unemployment rates holding steady,
landing your
dream job may at times
seem like a Sisyphean task.
But actually, the picture is not nearly as bleak as it
seems, and if you are a graduate who is tenacious and willing to put the work into succeed, you could very well find yourself
landing the job of your
dreams.
Seeking a job online may
seem easy, but there's a lot of work that must be done to help you
land the job of your
dreams.