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Q:Pick a word that starts with the first letter of your name:
Trinitrophenylmethylnitramine...it's a type of explosive...
What is a shadow? It is the self without a face or a name, all outline and no feature, the self on the verge of being erased. It is the incidental child of matter and light. Look how it spreads itself on the ground, weary but weightless, unable to leave a trace.
It's cooler here now, the winds wilder.
Is it possible for this not to be a story of disappearance?
I walk one block and pass a series of testaments to failure -the skeleton of a building, a half-built bridge already breaking down. On the dusty metal fence hangs a sign that promises a highway.
You were in love, you wanted out of a city that screamed abandonment. Well then, why not? We need to leave this scene soon- me, my friends who've seen so much of the dark side of the world, and the girl whose poetry has made me feel something once again. We need leave, but we need to stop the shadows, someone shouts and why? Why why why not? I never wanted to see this day come, but then again I always did.
Yes. Let's face this right this time.
Let's stop the shadows.
life.
i want your super secret answer.
let me in on it.
Why this side this time? Did one elevator ride change me for life? I'd like to think not; I'm still absolutely certain whether we stop this or not we're doomed because that's just as it is, and as it should be. For all the evil I've committed, and all the evil that's been unleashed on myself and on everyone else in the world the human race really deserves no better than the doom it's hashed out upon itself as its fair portion. However.. I guess having seen the mechanism of the greedy shadows that live within the Tower of Demise I've no intention of dying so very base and ignoble a death. If the choice is mine, perhaps it's best I join these heroic idiots this time and face what it is I once merely wanted to see, and see alone- pure terror.
Is that what life is, what it's about? Fighting the fight in spite of the imminent ending? I've no idea. I never gave life a lot of thought, save to live it, one moment at a time, ever aware of it's consequential ending.
Did this mean I wasn't doing it right? Always looking towards the tolling of the bell. Well. This time it might be a bit different.. or exactly the same, who knows?
Trinitrophenylmethylnitramine...it's a type of explosive...
What is a shadow? It is the self without a face or a name, all outline and no feature, the self on the verge of being erased. It is the incidental child of matter and light. Look how it spreads itself on the ground, weary but weightless, unable to leave a trace.
It's cooler here now, the winds wilder.
Is it possible for this not to be a story of disappearance?
I walk one block and pass a series of testaments to failure -the skeleton of a building, a half-built bridge already breaking down. On the dusty metal fence hangs a sign that promises a highway.
You were in love, you wanted out of a city that screamed abandonment. Well then, why not? We need to leave this scene soon- me, my friends who've seen so much of the dark side of the world, and the girl whose poetry has made me feel something once again. We need leave, but we need to stop the shadows, someone shouts and why? Why why why not? I never wanted to see this day come, but then again I always did.
Yes. Let's face this right this time.
Let's stop the shadows.
life.
i want your super secret answer.
let me in on it.
Why this side this time? Did one elevator ride change me for life? I'd like to think not; I'm still absolutely certain whether we stop this or not we're doomed because that's just as it is, and as it should be. For all the evil I've committed, and all the evil that's been unleashed on myself and on everyone else in the world the human race really deserves no better than the doom it's hashed out upon itself as its fair portion. However.. I guess having seen the mechanism of the greedy shadows that live within the Tower of Demise I've no intention of dying so very base and ignoble a death. If the choice is mine, perhaps it's best I join these heroic idiots this time and face what it is I once merely wanted to see, and see alone- pure terror.
Is that what life is, what it's about? Fighting the fight in spite of the imminent ending? I've no idea. I never gave life a lot of thought, save to live it, one moment at a time, ever aware of it's consequential ending.
Did this mean I wasn't doing it right? Always looking towards the tolling of the bell. Well. This time it might be a bit different.. or exactly the same, who knows?