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elttilkt
elttilkt
36/M/Delusion
this world made of heroes made of villains made of regulars made of you made of me made of chaos made of structure bred from purpose born of reason among wonder among mystery the mundane among the impossible the recycled among creation into absolute total and complete destruction and such is life and so is death and so is memory to be forgotten made to live then made to die this is the world this is our life enjoy the ride the end's the same
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Nov 14, 2021
Nov 14, 2021 at 11:03 PM UTC
When Pets Die
let go of your hatreds never look back in anger forgive all the world, forget all the pains but remember, every one of their names and learn, from every single mistake to let go of your hatreds to grow unabashed without judgment, into a better person from what you are today into a better world before you leave tomorrow regardless
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 9:04 PM UTC
Don't Look Back In Anger
to be that silly fool quiter failure loser ***** meek and scared you don't have to . . . be that big fat mistake that you once made maybe a dozen times it doesn't have to define tomorrow as today is not yesterday and this year is not last year as this life can be almost anything moving forward if you try and just... show up for every single day can be almost anything
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 10:00 AM UTC
You Don't Have to Be That
they'd all grow up to be lunatic ******** and if i happened to put it there no women i know is quite dumb enough not to have that abortion is why i would never have children
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
Why I Would Never (never ever)
do you care? what i do far away far from you do you fret? over these things I do things unlike you do you anger? over that which is said unlike yours do you sleep? sounder still knowing all must be like you would you take? that which makes me from you to call me ****** would you condemn? everything not endorsed by a silly book that you barely knew beyond. . . what you wanted to beyond. . . what is just, like, you
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
Book Think
Sail away with me; come sail away with me; fight with, for, or against me with honor; 'Till Valhalla! Rocking violently encased in metal on heavy seas, still safe, peacefully so; like some kind of Zen Buddhist **** (peaceful frustration). The journey might **** us. Though We still get to go. That's what it means to fight, 'till Valhalla! Our pilot may doubt us but not in our endings; there is no room for doubt come our last day. Come Valhalla! Crushingly optimistic he's our steam roller baby. He pilots because he has to, because we are finite, Because the premise of our story is that it Begins and Ends no matter who's doing the writing or The Dying or finding or lying or even The Killing. Our course is set; 'Till Valhalla! Forget the word mistaken at your own peril on the open waters. Mistaken, this is a world full of Peril. Still, it matters for naught at The end, not for us princely warriors. There is a place where all geodesics Collide, where you and I can finally embrace without Malice. For where we would have arrived is Valhalla! Great hall of the dead, where wars leaves its warriors to dine among gods and forget they were men.
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Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
Terminal Geodesics
call it, cell division restrictions with heavy implications on age limit correlations   old and decrepit one day your fingers will become brittle sticks wrapped inconsistently in thin wrinkly papers approaching uselessness every page gets turned slower understood less and less often as everything begins to be forgotten watch out now here comes genomic instability aka the road to an old death or a cancerous death or a radiation death maybe a chemical death or from sharp metal or heavy stone perhaps from the claws or teeth of another clever beast (an inaudible noise) whatever's clever, it's all ******* death when it starts... it progresses (pray for quickness) please dear have a little neurodegeneration with that it won't matter, you'll forget and **** your pants eventually   maybe she's born with it maybe it's recombinational DNA repair error either way we're all on our own way into cyclic deficiencies of repair that night shift mr. fix it staff the stupid intern who makes the copies gets the coffee eventually, the manager hires his nephew and outsources the night shift to mental patients things then start to unravel as all things fall apart   sometimes it's exogeny other times from within endogenous like anyway, it's all "whatever" ("it's not a tuma!") these things that are eventual, tend to be tragic universally so the upper limit to individual "forever's" this could be law when that which you cannot see stops doing what you cannot believe you tend to die and everything has it's time to die everyone of us becomes due in time to become one spectacle of a tragedy or another like you've never seen before like you would never believe until it happens to you... when you go, when you hear, ha... that, (inaudible sound)
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Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 10:07 PM UTC
Hayflick
call it, cell division restrictions with heavy implications on age limit correlations   old and decrepit one day your fingers will become brittle sticks wrapped inconsistently in thin wrinkly papers approaching uselessness every page gets turned slower understood less and less often as everything begins to be forgotten watch out now here comes genomic instability aka the road to an old death or a cancerous death or a radiation death maybe a chemical death or from sharp metal or heavy stone perhaps from the claws or teeth of another clever beast (an inaudible noise) whatever's clever, it's all ******* death when it starts... it progresses (pray for quickness) please dear have a little neurodegeneration with that it won't matter, you'll forget and **** your pants eventually   maybe she's born with it maybe it's recombinational DNA repair error either way we're all on our own way into cyclic deficiencies of repair that night shift mr. fix it staff the stupid intern who makes the copies gets the coffee eventually, the manager hires his nephew and outsources the night shift to mental patients things then start to unravel as all things fall apart   sometimes it's exogeny other times from within endogenous like anyway, it's all "whatever" ("it's not a tuma!") these things that are eventual, tend to be tragic universally so the upper limit to individual "forever's" this could be law when that which you cannot see stops doing what you cannot believe you tend to die and everything has it's time to die everyone of us becomes due in time to become one spectacle of a tragedy or another like you've never seen before like you would never believe until it happens to you... when you go, when you hear, ha... that, (inaudible sound)
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from an age frustrated comes a vile rage creeping closer next to me next to you everyday silently impulsively unpredictably next to sons next to daughters lurk these damaged idiots cowards and failures living and breathing spitefulness becoming all too capable of great violence irrational confusing great fame deranged with a true legacy achieved here now and murderous boiling in pathetic frustration a fatal need for attention bred from a truth that was never learned that is. . . (how to lose) and come back like a man like a women like a human worth a something more than nothing beyond destruction
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
participation trophy
beneath the deserved and the earned are the entitled lazy idiotic faux oppressed and emo pathetic faux disabled and outraged from a basement enabled by parents non confrontational and oblivious to a future full of failure out of duty out of love out of pity
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
Emo Basement 2000
expectation defines meaning with exception 'hey how are you?' is a greeting not a question like fake **** are just illusion not deception some lies are not collusion just confusion some lies induce delusion for a reason the truth and being truthful are not mutually exclusive it's the lie not in confusion that's relationship pollution
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Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
Truth and Truthfulness