Science purity scale. From Platonic to Aristatolian.
Science purity scale. From Platonic to Aristatolian.
oh oh oh woah oh oh
I need sunshine, I need angels I need
something good yeah I need blue skies
I need them old times I need
something good yeah something good
something good yeah something good
All these days seem so far away when i want to see how far away
i’ve come
back then, when i had not seen half them things i’d ever thought i’d see
become someone i’d never thought i’d be
oh woah oh oh
Cause there’s something good,
yeah I need sunshine, I need angels I need
something good yeah I need blue skies
I need them old times I need
something good yeah something good,
something good yeah something good
oh oh woah oh oh
all these days seem to fade away as i lost faith in myself
question everything i stood for
no women left to look for in life
i began to lose all
found it harder to cope
with everything around me
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and them people that would doubt me
oh i, i was in a place that i did not want to be
seeing face after face that i didn’t want to see hahayaya
i did not go out of my mind only God knows
and all them girls that i used to see running round
was like the rain that i used to see pouring down ey ey eh-ey
it did nothing for me
‘cause I need sunshine, I need angels I need
something good yeah i need blue skies
I need them old times i need
something good yeah something good
something good yeah something good
oh oh woah oh oh
no no no no no yes
I need sunshine, I need angels I need
something good yeah i need blue skies
I need them old times i need
something good yeah something good,
something good yeah something good
oh oh woah oh oh
something good, something good yeah yeah yeah
no no no no no no no
i need (oh woaah)
i need
i need
i need
This song helps me navigate in the soul of God along the Cloud Atlas
Depeche Mode are back
Next customer please. What an odd ad.
Mug in the grass at Aroeira by LMC on EyeEm
Dutch bike
I go by Doyle now.
What?
I ain't Mickey Cusick no more.
Who's after you?
Nobody!
Then why Doyle?
Sounds better is all.
A rose by another name.
What's that supposed to mean?
Read a fucking book.
Do nothing.
Some days I make 20 bets, somedays I make none. There are weeks, sometimes months in fact, when I don’t make a bet at all, because simply there is no play. So I wait. Plan. Marshal my resources. And when I finaly see an opportunity, and there is a bet to make… I bet it all.