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It is far better to light a candle than it is to curse the darkness
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I once battled in dark alleys for a laugh.
now I'm not laughing.
I splash myself with oil and wonder, how many years do you want?
how many days?
my blood is soiled and a dark angel sits in my brain.
things are made of something and go to nothing.
for me, humanity had failed worse than i had
I was sad for them... as for me, I only want a space to rest
in, a tiny blinking waterfall of

Was it there?

Not quite.
the damnation of recognition:
this is where even
genius sometimes
and talent always
♥♥♥♥♥♥ out;

oh, boys, be careful:
it was not easy
getting there.
and there's no getting back;
remember what you've
carved in cold places,
and know
that the gods were good,
and that it is not
the living crowd
of now
that decides anything:
or least of all,
When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.

For it isn’t your father, or mother, or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.

He’s the fellow to please – never mind all the rest
For he’s with you, clear to the end
And you’ve passed your most difficult, dangerous test
If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.
In all things, across all avenues, a choice must be made: whether to follow love, truth, or power. That choice will consume the chooser. If he follows only love then his wellbeing will be constantly at the mercy of another, though his highs will be sublime. If he follows truth then it will be a lonely journey, but potentially a noble one. If he should follow power though, not only will he come to know a desperate and revolting loneliness, but he will also never experience even a drop of satisfaction in anything.
I fear that on my last day, on my deathbed, that is when the meaning of things will enter the room and kiss my forehead and whisper into my ear what it was I should have done with my life, and how I should've conducted myself. Hell isn't a fire pit but a museum of regrets
modz Oct 23, 2019 @ 4:39pm 
poo poo, poo poo, doom walkthru
NOWAH Jun 24, 2019 @ 8:43pm 
signed by ZSK <3
Somniar May 28, 2019 @ 9:53am 
this man was once known as the legendary jus lul
33cin Mar 31, 2019 @ 3:14pm 
Tenski, effys, cath, frost, and koler in a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ mm
33duke Oct 27, 2018 @ 3:37pm 
this guy blows
33cin Jul 26, 2018 @ 9:25pm 
beat 4pack and alter cya boys