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Kvothe Apr 2016
He says he's a nihilist.
He has nothing to base that on...
the dead bird Apr 2016
in my dream last night
my favorite poet
Sam Pink
wrote a list of reasons
why I ****
and why
he hates me

reading it
was probably the coolest thing
that's happened to me
and it wasn't even real

I've been saying
my depression has been
getting better
but has it?

does it matter?

does anything matter?
(nope)

why do I care
about my emotional health
when everything
that occurs to me
has no value nor importance

the only impact
I will ever have
will be
to other people
other
mortal sacks of flesh
whose lives
are equally as meaningless
as my own

all of my words
and thoughts
and lack of emotion
exist for less than a nanosecond
in the entirety
of the universe

I'll just continue
distracting myself
from humanities
inevitable fragility

each human life
each of our
manifestations of consciousness
are as irrelevant
as a grain of sand-
tiny
bland
and irritating

together we form
a beach
the kind that nobody wants
to spend a day at
scattered with trash
and a pungent smell

bury your head in the sand
and ignore reality

write me a list of reasons
why my existence is pathetic
I will agree and nod along

everything that is in myself
is inside everyone else

death is inevitable
so get used to it
why do people act like they are better than other people when we all end up dead anyways their bodies will rot and decompose just like mine and yours and everything else that lives
Today I broke bread in the garden of the ******.
I sat and met the devil.
I drank his wine and ate his fruit.
It would do me no favour, to deny generosity of any host.

Today I broke bread in the garden of the blessed.
I sat and met almighty.
I drank no wine. I ate no fruit.
It would do me no favour, to expect the kindness of a stranger.

Today I broke bread in a garden of my own.
I sat alone and silent.
I drank my wine and ate my fruit.
It would do me no favour to dine with those who seek my soul.
You know, as much as I can Rant and Rave about how much I hate ***, I don't hate it with you.
Something about that night, and the next, really changed me.

I realize that it wasn't *** that I hate, it was the lack of meaning behind it.
I love you, and I know that I love you, I have loved you for years, and that made it worth something.

Spending those two very short nights with you, and that one very short morning changed my life.

I realized there's still a connection to this world that I can achieve, existential boredom hasn't gripped me entirely.
I can still find passion in this world, and something to fight for, and something to create art for.

I have reasons to not throw a bullet through my brain, and every day tastes
a little bit sweeter
knowing that you, people like you, and things that make me feel like I feel when I'm with you, exist.
So bring out the passion, let it flow through our veins, and grab Life by the Lemons(horns).

Because there's nothing stopping me now.

I'm going to take what I want to take, and by God, nothing is going to stop me.
There's passion in the world, and I am going to find it.
Quinn Fox Mar 2016
i’ve been wondering lately
about the cynical views i hold dear
i identify with them greatly
but i’m not sure if they’re sincere

i don’t want to be sixty
and have not appreciated life while i have it
i never even wanted to live till sixty
but life’s all i have isn’t it

the idea of God always merely humoured me
and while an afterlife still eludes me
does nihilism’s peace really compete
with a serenity birthed purely from belief?

i’m non-committal for a family
but a child to guide and be close with
is a ***** kind of alchemy
that maybe would make me a goldsmith

i’m not one for a spouse
but i'd love someone to know me
maybe i could settle for a real house
enough to quench the wanderlust in me

society is cruel
too, life’s fatal rules
but i'd sooner be cast aside and sixty
than six feet deep at twenty

the selfishness of humanity always disgusted me
and while the blindness still eludes me
does humanity’s grief really compete
with a beauty Earthed like a stampede?
time is subjective. don't let life pass you by.
be content with your cynical views if that's what you enjoy, but don't enjoy them just because you're miserable.
have the courage to see the good things life can offer
you'll have to look for them because life isn't usually so courteous
but, well, strength lies truly in the recognition that we have none
courage, really, is living though you've many a reason to die
- there is a difference between being alive and living. it's more than surviving -  
life is what you make of it, as is everything, so enjoy the little things while they're there. and while you're here.
Vacuous vessel...
My happiness won't fill me...
Of course, yours will do.
We are this person.
Or, we know someone affected.
Or, we've been injured by this.
Or, we've at least heard of this before.

Someone who has wasted every opportunity at becoming their own person, so much so that they feed on everyone else.

Vampires aren't fiction.

Don't keep silent about this.
Seek help.
It's not a permanence, it's a choice.
It's not a death sentence, it's an opportunity.

If you're a vampire, choose life.
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