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This is my voice.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
Created on 2007-01-01 19:24:02 (#11939494), last updated 2009-09-12
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blondemoser27@hotmail.com Biostood in firelight, sweltering. blood stain on chest like map of violent new continent.
felt cleansed. felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night.
looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and god was not there. the cold suffocating dark goes on forever, and we are alone.
live our lives, lacking anything better to do. devise reason later.
born from oblivion; bear childrean, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion.
there is nothing else.
existence is random. has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. no meaning save what we choose to impose.
this rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. it is not god who kills the children. not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs.
it's us.
only us.
streets stank of fire. the void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them.
was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world.
does that answer your questions, doctor?
felt cleansed. felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night.
looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and god was not there. the cold suffocating dark goes on forever, and we are alone.
live our lives, lacking anything better to do. devise reason later.
born from oblivion; bear childrean, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion.
there is nothing else.
existence is random. has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. no meaning save what we choose to impose.
this rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. it is not god who kills the children. not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs.
it's us.
only us.
streets stank of fire. the void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them.
was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world.
does that answer your questions, doctor?
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apples to apples, batman, chuck palahniuk, classy ladies and gentlemen, college, daft punk, dressing fly, ecology, edward cullen, feather beds, flute, furthering knowledge, hans zimmer, heath ledger, hip-hop dance, human minds, literature, music, mythology, piccolo, pirates, politics, psychology, resident evil 4, talented people, the legend of zelda, top hats, watchmen, world peace
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