ab irato

i decided that i would get back onto this whole blogging thing recently, after almost a two year hiatus from high school. there is so much that has been on my mind, and so many things that i had to get out, i figure id give it a shot again.

i wanted the name of this to be The Second Coming, but i guess im not that original with my thoughts, because that name was already taken. but whatever! i wanted the name of the blog to be The Second Coming, because...because...because...maybe u will see things falling apart write before your i's

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
- Yeats