On the Virtues of Night Night is a Beautiful time. Probably my favorite because of the stars. You can look up at them and become completely carefree. Never have to fear anything; you can stop thinking, or maybe stop just to think. It's an amazing concept: sitting still to think, and only rarely done now. It seems no one thinks of consequences or responsibility. Maybe the world would be better if men were to stop and think. Oh well, I can't say much. When I sit to look at the sky odds are the I am merely admiring the beauty and splendor of nature. Something so subtle as to make my mind and body serene.On the Virtues of Night
To Those Who Do Not CareLive you life as you have, Survive by what you know. This is not the way of things, As many of you know.To Those Who Do Not Care
The princes and princesses Of this temporary plane, To you I will say this: Live one day in the shoes Of the people whom you disdain And you will find yourself ashamed.
The same to you unprivileged masses Who turn the green eye at those who have, Rather than look to common ground.
You know not the trouble of
Your neighbor. Nor do many care. All those that hate and war Are the death of unity.
A fierce divi
Of Uncertain LoveThe blackened sky is rended. The earth cowers beneath bright lashes, Lashes that often leave little left but ashes. Largely it seems all existence is ended.Of Uncertain Love
Winds tear round all nature tended, Whipping round and carrying leaves and branches, Branches worn by gales as if mere sashes. Broken, the forest by gusts have earth transcended.
Do not fear to look at the sky above. Do not fear the zephyr’s path. Do not think Thor is going to strike you with his glove. These words are not about a storms wrath, This is the simply the nature of The heart of a youth
Life and DeathI can’t truly see. My world is a rectangular ball of dancing shadows undulating into an infinity I’m blind to. I rest my weary bones on a cot, my left arm neatly crooked under my head in lieu of a pillow.Life and Death
It’s cool, and dark.
I move my right hand to my lips; for a brief instant my eight by eleven foot world is bathed in red light from the burning heart of my cigarette. Spiraling tendrils of distant yet ever connected smoke race upward for an instant before the world returns to a shifting eternity of black. I drag the smoke into my lungs, dry, and thick, and hot. A light burn drags its way down my wind pipe into
Past, Present, and Future
Euphoric
It's a kas.
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~:Quod erat demonstratum:~
~:Thus I have proven it:~
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If it bleeds, we can kill it. --Dutch, Predator
"It always rains hardest on people who deserve the sun..."
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May you walk with grace and peace.
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If it bleeds, we can kill it. --Dutch, Predator
"It always rains hardest on people who deserve the sun..."
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If it bleeds, we can kill it. --Dutch, Predator
"It always rains hardest on people who deserve the sun..."
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May you walk with grace and peace.
You don't even know who I am? *cries*
But...you watched me...and...I thought that meant you knew me! I -did- IM you the adress, after all. ><
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If it bleeds, we can kill it. --Dutch, Predator
"It always rains hardest on people who deserve the sun..."
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"The few, the proud, the commentors."
-Benn-dawg
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