A cultivated and decent man cannot be vain without setting a fearfully high standard for himself, and without despising and almost hating himself at certain moments.
try this:
Watch, i can flash across the sky
A lightning bolt from up on high
And i can crash into myself
Now a flower blooms in reverse
And a song takes back a verse
A photograph fades to white
I can hold a thunderhead in my heart
And in my bed i can dream a winter’s gale
And wake up drenched
A stormy pale, a stormy pale
A battered heath on the shore
Will make her keep and wait for more
But underneath her icebound stream
The water pours, the water pours
I can hold a thunderhead in my heart…
minx...before you open your yapper, you should think. you're just making yourself look bad when you join the peanut gallery posers. we are legit and blowen up in the 05! This route sets a new standard in alpinism, so get used to the new boss in town. Don't hate, appreciate.