"Now this has been standing here for centuries. The premier work of man perhaps in the whole western world and it's without a signature. Chartres. A celebration to God’s glory and to the dignity of man. All that’s left, most artists seem to feel these days, is man. Naked, poor, forked radish. There aren’t any celebrations. Ours, the scientists keep telling us, is a universe which is disposable. You know it might be just this one anonymous glory of all things, this rich stone forest, this epic chant, this gaiety, this grand choiring shout of affirmation, which we choose when all our cities are dust; to stand intact, to mark where we have been, to testify to what we had it in us to accomplish. Our works in stone, in paint, in print are spared, some of them for a few decades, or a millennium or two, but everything must fall in war or wear away into the ultimate and universal ash: the triumphs and the frauds, the treasures and the fakes. A fact of life... we're going to die. 'Be of good heart,' cry the dead artists out of the living past. Our songs will all be silenced - but what of it? Go on singing. Maybe a man's name doesn't matter all that much."-Welles
A paul wats up .. i just stopped by to say hi and see how.. everything is doing good hopefully well can you tell your parents i said hi.. yea well take care..
paulie g wus goin on u old fart!!! well u wud have gotten a freakin sweet bday present had we all gone out to dinner last night but noooo so yea.
well i figure i shudnt b mean to u on ur bday soo have a great day. and like tio ole said the other day ur that much closer to 30 wooohooo lol. Happy Brithday Paul!
pawl!! what it dew? hey tonight they should show my fight. and has chris and ruben been calling u a lot? geez.. they go on spring break and they go crazy with the phones. ruben in his room and chris in the closet. lol. well ill probably talk to u laterz. peace!
hello! how have u been old friend. it has been too long since we have encountered each others graces. i miss all the good times we shared. life just goes by so fast. we forget about having fun and just appreciating life.. I'm so old... but its too late for us old friend.. BUT WAIT!! we can still save the little ones. a life of fun still awaits them. and we must, WE MUST!! protect that..we must ensure them a life of unlimited fun. but like i said, its too late for us...it was a good run old friend... ill see u in the next life.
o yea! i love the bread pudding. u can go so many different ways with it too. with chocolate ice cream, or vanilla ice cream..with raisins or without raisins.by itself or with other things. and u can eat it with ur mouth or inhale it with ur ass. just so many things.
we thought you got kidnapped this morning cause you werent in your bed my bestfriend/your cute lil sister was on the verge of a melt down..next time a note will be greatly appreciated:]
"Now this has been standing here for centuries. The premier work of man perhaps in the whole western world and it's without a signature. Chartres. A celebration to God’s glory and to the dignity of man. All that’s left, most artists seem to feel these days, is man. Naked, poor, forked radish. There aren’t any celebrations. Ours, the scientists keep telling us, is a universe which is disposable. You know it might be just this one anonymous glory of all things, this rich stone forest, this epic chant, this gaiety, this grand choiring shout of affirmation, which we choose when all our cities are dust; to stand intact, to mark where we have been, to testify to what we had it in us to accomplish. Our works in stone, in paint, in print are spared, some of them for a few decades, or a millennium or two, but everything must fall in war or wear away into the ultimate and universal ash: the triumphs and the frauds, the treasures and the fakes. A fact of life... we're going to die. 'Be of good heart,' cry the dead artists out of the living past. Our songs will all be silenced - but what of it? Go on singing. Maybe a man's name doesn't matter all that much."-Welles
