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12 entries this month
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18:13 Nov 18 2007
Times Read: 654
When civilization plays the beast of industry, the youth may play the music to sooth.
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18:11 Nov 18 2007
Times Read: 655
Ignorance is the key to the universe
Pride, the lock on the door
Wisdom, just beyond
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18:10 Nov 18 2007
Times Read: 656
Death is purity of souls release from captivity, imprisonment within the filth of flesh.
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18:08 Nov 18 2007
Times Read: 657
Pain and sufferage, nothing more complete must be accomplished for us to survive.
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18:06 Nov 18 2007
Times Read: 658
Allusionment, disintegrity are but portholes to false fulfillment placed on the pedestal of hope and desire.
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18:04 Nov 18 2007
Times Read: 659
Beauty is not honest. There is no real beauty, only pain in its most elegant form. Love is not beautiful, it is the highest form of pain there is. Love is the only pain a person confesses to enjoy. Beauty is as pain is. They are joined, they are intertwined, they are one.
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18:02 Nov 18 2007
Times Read: 660
Who is content in knowing that with each beautiful second of life, we are dying?
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17:59 Nov 18 2007
Times Read: 661
Death be beauty and darkness is light to those who follow. Peace be constant as death is eternal. Life is but the captor to a soul and time is the bonds to be broken.
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17:49 Nov 18 2007
Times Read: 662
Whether death be grand
Or most vile a thought
One thing rings true
Those who welcome death
Are men most immortal
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17:47 Nov 18 2007
Times Read: 663
The darkness
Confusion parting
The light is
A smile so bright
His words make me happy
His pleasure, my desire
2
17:45 Nov 18 2007
Times Read: 664
Black is the color of empty, uncaptured dreams, the site of temptation and the moment of unworldly despair. Silence is the sound of a bleeding nation, and children who won’t be understood.
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17:43 Nov 18 2007
Times Read: 665
Romance is something lost that many people ache to revive. It’s not a look, nor an attitude. Its not something learned, nor something taught, its not lost forever. It is just something tucked away until we’ve stopped dissecting it. Then, like chivalry, forgotten through the annals of time.
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