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gray is intermediary. white being all and black being none. both are extremes. passion emboldened and embodied, symbols of the absolute. seep one into the other and somehow neither dominates: becoming a state without, opposite of opposites that have all. a state coloring an emotional death; sleeping without want of waking; dreams anchored and abandoned; nightmares made flesh and disregarded. if anything belies sadness without sadness, it is a hidden strength. the strength to live an absolute death. we for whom no color grows, was it our will that sent color away? or were we ravaged internally, until there was none left? as color leaves, so does the beauty in life. not just on the surface; everything is sucked dry. the sleeper lies still. roused for what, pray tell low soul. guest, tell me, is gray a symptom or a result? if your fate is to rise and ascend, why do you only destroy? greyness permeates, undeniable indelible, shrouded misery over sumptuous deceit. the sleeper no longer sleeps. what we call sleep, if a state of unwaking, the sleeper is a name only. death to the sleeper? he sleeps no more; his color is gray; he is dead to the world.

life is a collection of voids. their limit can be reached, provided man has the strength to breakthrough. the sleeper who is not sleeping is neither awakened. his void decays of inaction. what is happening? surely, nobody knows. nobody cares. nobody cares that nobody cares. yet; whispered, some shouting, within missing time, we come to agreement: apathy. the void dies, the sleeper wakes, he does not care. gray is a lack - grey the color of uncaring. look for the signs, the colorless wake, the living of death ushers in a final age. still, nothing is happening, and nothing will happen. there is no lost purpose in void even if we find purposelessness. a stalemate caused by none. dear guest, will it be broken? is fate coincidental or planned to start? apathy’s curse is absolute, unbreakable even with fortitude in desire. casting off bonds so carelessly will destroy everything. yet the bonds must be cast. contradictions sustain order, regality, the semblance of life and the mockery of it. this order, like all, is doomed.

color has returned to the void. death beckons, she beckons to you, lost soul. pick up her heart; do not fear the end. who is death but the progenitor? the new age is here, the old age is always, our time has whence and past. we will teach you discipline. the sisters shall bow before you. stay straight, my faithful warrior messenger. forget about taboos; give, you fool, or it will all be lost. it is your fate to create. such a right will be questioned, shrieking and vehemently. compromise and perish. one who stifles is no greater than the amateur who gropes. none may be given on merits of right. guest, you are a wanderer. can you feed with your blood? can you handle turgor, the state of absolute tension, which turns a man into a drawn and tightended bow? my supposition is your weakness. it’s not so much lighting tension when you must endure it. there’s no way to prepare you, guest. you will die for this.

that’s the fate of creation. what world will you make? not everything is open, stilted, fronted for graces. as we vye and compete, you are a benefactor. it is by chance that you exist here, guest. the void is as beautiful as it is cruel, yet its thorns are in you. marvel at sights as they last in shroud. we welcome and revile, these chambers are free to be acted upon, much to a current distaste. how wonderful it could be to remain still forever! destroy these bonds, that is your role. to deny it is to embrace false righteousness. those posing as protectors do the most damage. it will be difficult, even an impossibility for the warm hearted. betrayal is by fact a right; those who betray beget pureness of state. hypocrites have no fate without betrayal. do not be intimidated by their seeped doctrine, the wholeness alludes even the most devout. fated for dueling, between massive powers, at once battling a hideous, wicked, unfamiliar foe, by lies and deceit. go forth and challenge their righteousness.

obfuscation lasts long in darkness. while lit revealing should be deliverance. fragments cannot eschew perfection, while gripped infernally, such pieces left only for interpretation. eventuality takes importance as survival. survival is purpose when even left without directive. ascend, rise, higher and higher! go forth, farther and farther! such fate is fit for a wanderer. guest, it is all up to you. do not feel slighted. we are all faultless. wouldn’t you pity yourself? can’t you return what was lost? the sleeper is not dead. if amicable living can produce a forever, grasp it, hold tightly, do not relent. the one who waits, he waits for you. quell not into temptation. ultimately togetherness is feigned and watching is fruitless. which one is really yours? who really has lost you? guest, are you a wanderer, or are you sleeping? the one who listens to thee, searches for thee, and is blindly obedient, shall be answered. obvious is mistrust. the easy paths only lead down. rise! higher and higher! there’s nothing else for me here now.
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xXTacoBellXx Jul 10, 2014 @ 7:21pm 
Did i really good and fair weed trade +rep
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i need cards
Blueiscooltoo Jul 15, 2012 @ 6:31pm 
They cost 500,000 dollars to drain 34 profiles.
Blueiscooltoo Jul 15, 2012 @ 6:31pm 
I have drains for sale to fix the flooding.
mixmaxter Jul 15, 2012 @ 6:27pm 
literally flooded. errbody drowning
Blueiscooltoo Jul 15, 2012 @ 6:26pm 
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