The Futurist Manifesto that changed my life.

1. We intend to sing the love of danger, the habit of energy and fearlessness.
2. Courage, audacity, and revolt will be essential elements of our poetry.
3. Up to now literature has exalted a pensive immobility, ecstasy, and sleep. We intend to exalt aggressive action, a feverish insomnia, the racer’s stride, the mortal leap, the punch and the slap.
4. We affirm that the world’s magnificence has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed. A racing car whose hood is adorned with great pipes, like serpents of explosive breath—a roaring car that seems to ride on grapeshot is more beautiful than the Victory of Samothrace.
5. We want to hymn the man at the wheel, who hurls the lance of his spirit across the Earth, along the circle of its orbit.
6. The poet must spend himself with ardor, splendor, and generosity, to swell the enthusiastic fervor of the primordial elements.
7. Except in struggle, there is no more beauty. No work without an aggressive character can be a masterpiece. Poetry must be conceived as a violent attack on unknown forces, to reduce and prostrate them before man.
8. We stand on the last promontory of the centuries!... Why should we look back, when what we want is to break down the mysterious doors of the Impossible? Time and Space died yesterday. We already live in the absolute, because we have created eternal, omnipresent speed.
9. We will glorify war—the world’s only hygiene—militarism, patriotism, the destructive gesture of freedom-bringers, beautiful ideas worth dying for, and scorn for woman.
10. We will destroy the museums, libraries, academies of every kind, will fight moralism, feminism, every opportunistic or utilitarian cowardice.
11. We will sing of great crowds excited by work, by pleasure, and by riot; we will sing of the multicolored, polyphonic tides of revolution in the modern capitals; we will sing of the vibrant nightly fervor of arsenals and shipyards blazing with violent electric moons; greedy railway stations that devour smoke-plumed serpents; factories hung on clouds by the crooked lines of their smoke; bridges that stride the rivers like giant gymnasts, flashing in the sun with a glitter of knives; adventurous steamers that sniff the horizon; deep-chested locomotives whose wheels paw the tracks like the hooves of enormous steel horses bridled by tubing; and the sleek flight of planes whose propellers chatter in the wind like banners and seem to cheer like an enthusiastic crowd.

Singles wards are the same no matter how far north you go.

12:07 PM - This stake centre has an extra-special layout conducive to young single adult interaction. For some, this is an excellent stage to gather material from gems to relate to those special someones that live in another state yet share the same appreciation for the things that make life fulfilling. The chapel has only only set of doors at the rear. There is a large waiting area lined with a greater-than-usual amount of couches. Big windows and lots of leisurely churchgoers make me feel like I am in a showroom for the single people putting themselves on the market. Not wanting to make the architect's effort in vain, I decided that It is my duty to talk to someone. The form-fitting purple skirt with hair that appears to be washed with clorox? naw. The very snug light blue blouse with long rampant brunnette curls that appear to have been prepared with a deep fryer?? meh. The specimen hiding behing the door that weighs in at 300 lbs and has a vibrant purple cast on her wrist? Yes please.
"oh hey, I like your cast" i throw in a flirtateous smile as I draw nearer in a swift gliding fashion.
"Thank You!" she can barely disguise her excitment.
I point to my velcro wrist brace, "I had a purple one too but they took it off." Lie. I followed this lie with an even better lie. Drawing upon my keen sense of deduction (it was winter in canada) I inquire, "OMG did you slip on the ice outside on the stairs too?"
"oh my gosh yeah! its so nasty i fell so hard!"
I went ahead and feigned some empathy for her but really was feigning sympathy. My counterpart in the conversation then got too excited too fast, so i graciously yet promptly excused myself from the showroom.