To Know / To Want | To Dare.. To Be Silent...
Like Marilyn Manson before me, I am on my own LONG ROAD OUT OF HELL.
I admire the people who have deleted their myspace pages immensely. That's immense deletion not immense admiration.
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Someone named Willis. So I can ask him what he's talking about.
Tell me about your dreams:
"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love, but then, one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer, to be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness..."
Youth is wasted on the young as tail is wasted on the monkey.
"Happy is the country which requires no heroes" --Brecht
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