Smooth as wax, cold as ice, dead as dead.
Long stopped breath ceases to push hot air.
Long stopped heart ceased to beat molten blood.
Left to the wet, the light green and the violet violent blue of unlife.
We were born to die.
Every set of skin is nothing but a biodegradable casing for worms and decay.
The ice and snow stifles the fall but never stops it
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The only limitations on myths are the limits you place on them.
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Is that a picture of you?
I really wish I spoke Spanish.
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