Catboy Shoes
Untitled LiteratureThere sat an old man on the bench. Same bench everyday. Five hours each day, as if waiting for, no, watching time pass. That same bench, sometimes with birds, sometimes with cats. sometimes a toddler.Untitled Literature
He waves at all the young ones, the toodlers, the babies and the occasional interested teenage who pass. We smiles at everyone, including the tree. He was not mad and the toddlers love him. They watch for him every morning walk with their oblivious parents. Those aged and weary ones.
But this old man was never weary. He was always so passionate about life. So, so loved and loving. The cats love dhim, the birds sang to
ambiguityambiguity is a star. That's what they said about us. there are lines that we cross, invisible. there are lines that we don't cross. to you, you said, ' if life was decided by a series of lines, then let's cross every single one of them and let them know we don't really care.' to you, you said,' but then of course, that would be ironic.' to you, you said,' so what do you think?'ambiguity
What do i think? what do you think? isn't what they say, if everyone thinks the same then someone is obviously not thinking. we are all headstrong. we are all stubborn creatures. we have our
Im Still Alive
Screwed
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「イッペン、死ンデミル?」
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from boondock saints:
Rocco: Fuckin'- What the fuckin'. Fuck. Who the fuck fucked this fucking... How did you two fucking fucks...
[shouts]
Rocco: Fuck!
Connor: Well, that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word.
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♪♫__.: Where words fail, music speaks :.__♫♪
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i'm into syou ruki takeru and hyde.
and chuck palahniuk.
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♪♫__.: Where words fail, music speaks :.__♫♪
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Nolite te Bastardes Carborundorum
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♫ 夢は永久に夢のままで ♪
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even if the sun turns back on us,
we'll make it to the other side to meet it once again.
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