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Aug 25, 2009 17:21

"what matters most is how well you walk through the fire ( Read more... )

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robotapocalypse August 26 2009, 01:07:12 UTC
Walk hard.
Hard.
Down life's rocky road.
Walk bold.
Hard.
That's my creed,
my code.

I been scorned and slandered and ridiculed too;
had to struggle every day my whole life through.
Seen my share of the worst that this world can give,
but I still got a dream and burning rage to live!

Walk hard.
Hard.
When they say you're all done.
Walk bold.
Hard.
Though they say you're not the one.

Even if you've been told time and time again
that you're always gonna lose and never gonna win,
gotta keep that vision in your mind's eye
when you're standin' on top of a mountain high.

You know when I was a boy, folks used to say to me "Slow down, Robot. Don't walk so hard"
and I used to tell them "Life's a race and I'm in it to win it, and I'll walk as damn hard as I please!"

How do I walk, boys?
Har-ar-arrd!

When I meet my Maker on my dyin' day,
gonna look him in the eye and by God I'll say
"I gave my word and my word was good
I took it in the face and I walked as hard as I could."

Walk hard! (Hard!)
Walk hard! (Hard!)
Walk hard! (Hard!)
Walk

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cheshirrrecat August 26 2009, 13:27:36 UTC
hahaha--somehow i knew you were gonna say that :}

thanks, doll--needed that smile. nothin' can beat the blues like some cox.

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robotapocalypse August 26 2009, 16:36:52 UTC
"the existence of fire is non-negotiable."

You need to hang around more grad students, or perhaps raise this as a topic of conversation some evening. I'm sure we can figure out how to define away "fire" and turn it into a social construct premised on economic inequality, imperialism, and/or racism.

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cheshirrrecat August 26 2009, 16:56:51 UTC
*laughing* yet again, you get the award and appreciation for making me smile. :)

im not entirely sure i need to hang around any more grad students though... my world view is deconstructed and discombobulated enough on its own. and i like my words having at least some semblance of definitions... its no wonder so many grad students are stuck--it must be so very tiring to have to try to live and operate in some sort of infinite recursion of deconstruction. i have enough trouble with one reflection!

sometimes, a cabbage really *is* just a pot of tea.

oh dear...

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