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a thousand years in this cacoon.
a thousand years in this flesh.
and i still breathe.
there are two billion people on this planet...
and i cant seem to find a good barber.
DEATH TO THE RADISHES AND ALL THOSE WHOM OPPOSE THEE ALMIGHTY Y BUTTON!
me?
i'm what happens when god divides by zero.
i'm a million different things, a couple different people, and one big walking contradiction.
i'm a tiny nothing to billions of people, which when you think about it..
really adds up..
i actually live my life an open book, generally. but don't come crying to me if you can't understand the language, i didn't actually write it.
i'm the light that glimmers off the dew on the ground.
i'm the song you play on repeat for hours.
i am the doubt that creeps through your insecurities.
i am the blood that stains your skin.
i am the lips you close your eyes to remember.
i am the uncertainty of tomorrow.
i am the cloud that constantly changes shape.
i am the scar that reminds you that you are alive.
i am the angel that fell from that horse...
and actually.. some, all, or none of this is true. i like to ramble.
What do I care for your suffering?
Pain, even agony, is no more than information before the senses, data fed to the computer of the mind.
The lesson is simple: you have received the information, now act on it. Take control of the input and you shall become master of the output.
::: OUT OF ORDER :::