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i have heard numerous times that life is what you make of it. this is partially true. consider what venue you have been placed in and what paths you are then able to walk, what your convictions are and how much drive you have to get what you want...and then i guess since every single one of these has you in it, it must be true



my motto on life has always been: life is a dream, wake me when its over. not because i drift thru life aimlessly, which might be somewhat true nonetheless, but because days blend and experiences good and bad are fleeting. i yearn to know what is after, if anything, i dont want to die yet, but neither am i afraid or shirk from the possible ineveitability.

anything that happens in this life is notin more than an experience. maybe the sum of these experiences dictates to which realm i shall travel to next. I do not speak of heaven and hell as though i believe in good and evil, i do not believe that these places exist, i speak instead of the next level of existance in which we must strive and learn to enter and continue to grow towards any number of ultimate ends in which we become in a sort, god ourselves

reality is a meaningless, destructive window in the fortress of time







virtago

the room spins

the vioce begins

its like a gallon of water pressure, pumped through a pin-sized hole. the stress of flood control. passive aggressive miscounsel, treatment sieze, no relenting from harmonic disconfiguration-BITCH! i mean the pain, unregistering thought, just does whatever the fuck it wants. to challenge it with vain commentary, obtuse threats? PLEASE!!

blood cannot secure life from the floor