You Must Have Been...You must have been...
We should use; not something
'You can never cheat death.
I plan on getting an operation that
I plan on milky widow, looking pretty catchy
Maybe occasional bureaucratic racism to me?
WHY DID they would hate stupidity, but then pulled out.
though, job is looking for a supersymmetric Yang–Mills theory.
Not for the contributions he isn't
I plan on getting to that
I plan on getting closer. Was a black
Not for the greatest spread of the shit
is this very good.
Magnetic was going to no commas
There is a flamethrower and sometimes I think that
There is a Grizzly Bear. He sat here
The music has been wanting to forget the disgusting citrus byproduct I've consumed. It
I plan on getting next
Yes, that's a good
Do you call a dog eating a cantaloupe?
The music industry of this
Can't argue with that
Darkness, imprisoning me, all that
Tito was naked, standing
Married to Love - Nothing is Left“I wish… I could go to a time…” She softly bit down on her lower lip, and her tongue slid against it, filling the brittle craters with saliva. Her voice was hoarse and her knees throbbed. For days she had been progressing through this forestry conflagration, taking step after step in the same direction, hoping that it would soon end. But it seemed no matter how long she treaded, the only sign that mankind had ever even existed was this highway – as cracked and withering as her lips.
Maybe if she stayed along this relic of man, someone would find her. Someone doing the same would stumble upon her… Someone noble. Someone sweet. And they would rendezvous away from this place, from these trees, from these bugs, from this wet, sordid heat, and she would… she could…
She stopped walking. She looked down at her toes, like the road, like her lips, cracked, blistered, bleeding; and she thought: What if no one was left? What if they had all the
ImpressionsYou wasted a lot of hours wondering, didn't you? Breaking the very pointless into the extremely pointless, and degrading the extremely to the impossibly. But I can assure you, that no matter how pointless those thoughts are, the action itself holds meaning. To reduce everything in this world to rubble is to understand the universe at a primal level.
At first, I feel inclined to regret it. To advise you not to do it. Yet, I know such a request would be superfluous and even counter-intuitive. After all, I know you like I know myself. I know that such a warning would not deter you, but riddle you with curiosity until making you shatter in one prolonged episode of moral depravity.
So I won't tell you to stop. In fact, I will tell you the opposite. Do it. Do it as quick as you can. As much as you can. As healthy as you can. The sooner you discover the truth that I wish I could have never known, the sooner you can get past it. The sooner you can accept it. Your life doesn't have to be
VoicesYou're one of the most fascinating people I know.
Really. It's true!
But that doesn't make you good. It doesn't make you right, either Maybe I'm not the person to make that call, since I don't really know what either of those things are; however, I'm confident they are not you.
You live a very ironic existence, don't you? Purposeless and apathetic. Only finding motivation in the petty and the depressing. And you wonder why you hate life. You've never lived a day of it. You watch other people live it, and you wish you had what they have But you can't. You can't ever be like them, can you?
See! That's why you're so interesting! Anybody different is met with curiosity. Anything that breaks the norm is a learning experience.
But some people are different and typical at the same time. They have these unique quirks about them that make them seem interesting on the first glance; but it is only upon close examination does one realize how typical they really are.
I have trouble with
Under the feet of a masterUnder the feet of a master
I had known Kacper for a long time. He was a friend of mine from school and he was 3 years younger than me. One thing about Kacper is that he was a walking god. He was tall, and relatively strong, he had a slim body and an attractive face. He was quite light for his height, but heavy enough. He also had a dominant streak in him, and he would love to brag about how much better he is than everyone else. He often bragged about how being Polish made him superior to everyone around him… somehow.
One day on the way home, we were discussing weight and I was shocked at how light he was when he told me, as his height gave the impression that he was a lot heavier. There was always a spot on the way home where nobody can be seen, and I had agreed for him to stand on my arm to prove to me his body weight.
When we got the point, He immediately pointed to the floor in a humiliating way and I put down my arm for him to stand on. His weight was perfect, as he wasn
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