What we seek, however, is not power over people, but the power of control of our own destiny:
ALL POWER TO THE PEOPLE!
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Maybe it's the way you say my name. Maybe it's the way you play your game. But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you. But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you. And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime. And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine 'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine. And I see forever in your eyes. I feel okay when I see you smile:)
"What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again."
“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seems almost born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.”
Lewis Newman recently won first prize in the Animal Portraits category of the 2023 British Wildlife Photography Awards, capturing a sweet image of a female fox moving through a woodland that has been partially destroyed by industrialism with a face full of dandelion floaties
Plant flowers in my wounds, preferrably yellow ones but others are welcome too.
Don't bury me in the ground. Please.
Strip away my flesh and use my skeleton as a halloween decoration. Use my ashes in a cake, or some candy or any other type of food. Place my rotting body inside a cave or a hollow tree, so an adventurer can find me rotting away with flower growing between my ribs. Let my corpse be the most beuatiful bouqet ever seen. Let the smell of dandelions overpower the smell of decay. Burn me to keep the fireplace from dying as I have. Eat me to keep yourself from starving.
Let me be of use even in my death.
Let me entertain you. Let me scare you. Let me help you. Let me suprise whoever stumbles upon my rotting flesh.
I want to live on while my body is rotting, my skin decaying and my lungs no longer breathing. I want to grow flowers in my eyesockets.
If Ive been shot through my skull, place purple irises through the bleeding wound.
If my heart is torn out, let bluebells use my flesh as soil.
If my eyes are gouged out plant variegated tulips in the eye sockets.
Let wildflowers grow through my rot, let dandelion beam from all my open wounds. Let my corpse breathe through the flowers, keeping me from ever really dying with their life and constant growing.
Yes, let me die, but don't bury me in the ground. Bury me in flowers, so many that you can hardly see the rotting flesh. So colorfull flowers that you can ignore the blood staining them. So goodsmelling the my decay wont be noticed. So beatiful that you forget that its a corpse, and not a garden.
Make sure that Im more alive then I ever could dream of, despite being a corpse. Despite my guts being spilled on the ground. Despite my eyeballs no longer filling my sockets. Despite my blood seeping out and my heart not beating.
I want to live in a way that no one quite living can. My corpse living on far longer than I can, and the flowers revelling in my corpse out living myself.
I want my immortality gained through flowers.
If I ever die, my immortality will be gained with my corpse.