Diary of Stuff (Volume I)
2002-01-16 06:11:58 (UTC)


Never made it as a wise man....
dun duh dun duh....

I forget the rest, but that first opener has truth.
Actually, if the rest of the song elaborated (which I think
it doesn't) on that one line, it would be really cool....
(huh, huh, dumbass!)

Never made it as a wise man,
Couldn't ever pretend that I really didn't know,
Was I ever just a blind man,
Couldn't even see what was in front of you...
dun duh dun duh....

Or what about,
"You don't have to be old to be wise..."

What really is the purpose for being wise?

I don't know. Don't keep all your eggs in one
basket.....derr, see, that's a no-brainer (unless you like
taking risks...) Don't count all your chickens until they
hatch. A chick in hand is worth two in the feeder.

Wisdom, and being wise, are helpful in guiding yourself
through life?


Why am I spacing with blank lines?

I don't know.....more readable, I guess.

It's wisdom that I learned, that keeping things neat and
clean and ordered is easier on the eyes, and the mind (for
that matter).

Oh well, the point of all this, then, is to elaborate on
being wise, and the negative of that, or the lack thereof,
in the absence of, or not involved in. So, really, it's the
wisdoms that I've learned that I keep applying that really
don't seem to get me anywhere but really do...?

Uhhhhh, yeah, maybe..................................