We don't have them. Maybe some of us were programmed with the belief that they were born on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, along with the information of a family and childhood that never existed. Memories of celebrating birthdays gone by. None of it was real though, just necessary lies to keep up a convincing guise, a small lie ( Read more... )

Because the last bit made me LOL


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She tried to kill herself ( Read more... )

"Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live." Haruki Murakami.

Given the current situation, it’s hard to miss the irony that rests in that statement.

Everything passes, or it’s supposed to anyway; every start has a finish, every beginning an end. It’s how things go full circle instead of just going ( Read more... )

Which Battlestar Galactica Cylon Are You?

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The long, twisting corridors of the Basestar never looked this cold or hard, Leoben muses. Everything just seems brighter and harsher than he ever remembers it being. It was probably to be expected, though, when he was so used to the constant projections of nature, serene rivers and streams, rather than the sharp edges, metal and unnatural light. ( Read more... )

I think it’s a word that tends to be… misused quite a lot. It’s too definite, leaves no room for any push or pull -- it just is. It’s just there, cold and hard and stagnant. A word for the incredibly narrow-minded, if you ask me. But, then, I guess that suites some just fine. To a tee, even.

Improbable -- that’s a much better word. It doesn’t ( Read more... )

1 question.
1 chance.
1 honest answer.

Self-preservation is an incredible motivator; it's something I know firsthand. The survival instinct is present in even the most simpleminded creatures, it's ingrained almost from birth, but I think humans put their own special twist on it - as they do with most everything else. They're creative, ruthless, it's amazing what some will do -- have ( Read more... )

The harder you try to hold on to it, to keep it, to be it, the harder it becomes. You try, it evades, resists, puts its proverbial foot down and refuses to be had.

Chase it all you'd like, over the edge, into the darkness and back again, but it's never any use.

Maybe it will allow you just within arms length -- your fingers will brush against it ( Read more... )