It's like trying to look down when you're already decapitated.
Countless coincidences in a lifetime of malapropisms, and yet we never do learn what they really mean. For a price, lives are merely just hindrances to the legacy we're trying to create--or to memories we want to forget. In everything, in everything, as I always have believed, there exists a choice. And where no choice is left, there we endure.
For how can one form 'endure' without 'end'?
Vague, vague, though not really. I am still what I have always been. But nothing ever truly ends. Nothing ever truly changes. And so nothing can ever endure. In the lifetime that you are given, you will never make a right choice. You never will.
Because your choice is just a part of their lives. And your life is just another speck in the shore of lost dreams that they inhabit. You never will matter, and you never will learn.
And as I've written in times long gone, I have started conquering heaven a long time ago but I still haven't found this god you all have been looking for.
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They say love can be learned. Hopeful but futile, I retort.
Learning takes time and time can mean never, now, or forever. And for mortals doomed to live one hundred years of solitude, never and forever are one and the same.
So if you have to love, love now.
There is no other way. There will be no other chance.
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One by one, on the edge of defeat.
Hear my voice, hear it repeat:
He has gone where no mortal repent:
He sold his life, his will now spent.
-- 070410
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Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings--always darker, emptier, simpler. -- Friedrich Nietzsche
For how can one form 'endure' without 'end'?
Vague, vague, though not really. I am still what I have always been. But nothing ever truly ends. Nothing ever truly changes. And so nothing can ever endure. In the lifetime that you are given, you will never make a right choice. You never will.
Because your choice is just a part of their lives. And your life is just another speck in the shore of lost dreams that they inhabit. You never will matter, and you never will learn.
And as I've written in times long gone, I have started conquering heaven a long time ago but I still haven't found this god you all have been looking for.
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They say love can be learned. Hopeful but futile, I retort.
Learning takes time and time can mean never, now, or forever. And for mortals doomed to live one hundred years of solitude, never and forever are one and the same.
So if you have to love, love now.
There is no other way. There will be no other chance.
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One by one, on the edge of defeat.
Hear my voice, hear it repeat:
He has gone where no mortal repent:
He sold his life, his will now spent.
-- 070410
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Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings--always darker, emptier, simpler. -- Friedrich Nietzsche