Sent : 10:01 ; 13th Feb 11;
Mirrored numbers, a ten for two. Each.
or to my own words and to others,
it mirrors the same back,
as much as I need theirs ,I’ll need my own.
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Vivere via nostra est, mori fatum nostrum est ?
instead,
I see that Death is only one word worth a place in our lifelong narrative… .
so why give it destiny when its only nothingness,
well, :P Stop slacking in your meet to darkness, you can run but you can’t hide :P.
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Syl syl syl, breathe the longest one possible.
Milk ilk milk, eyes close as long as possible.
Jere, jere jere, sigh the biggest one possible
me, me, me, n-v-r-s-a-y-n-v-r.
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Its your 14th of Feb, 2011, Monday. Valentine’s day.
Dear dear Daniel,
Like a rainbow glistening through the rain,
Like a glowing spring time after a cold gray winter,
Like joy and delight,
Like a good book by a cozy fire,
You are the comfort many people would admire.
More than I can say….
I respect and mind for you;
and I just want you to know,
You’ve made a difference till this very day
To whom you may share your hours to,
Either way, I'd still think of you, brother,
Lover, friend, Happy Valentine’s day .
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I feel there’s no need for me to hide my disgust to that
word no more for its time I decode &face it…
but doesn’t matter really, cause we’ll always be that loser
freak people fail to realize xP or in other words, gifted inside out!
weeeeetarrrrrrrrdddd Don’t deny, just because we have a weapon to cover
and disguise the inner tard-ness, doesn’t mean this time, anyone’s playing
no seek nor hide! I’m kitty, Ionly scratch. Your tomato, u only ROT HOHO,
lovely, one mato juicey mushroom yeast punch at your service!
yes, I love roses, and yes I do keep em dry and fusty in bouquet borders,
but I aint hippy enough to love rainbows, bongs, marshmallows,
lollipop nor icecream, sounds more obeast than hippy actually, the only
still feel 10, 20, or 50 or 200 at different occasions. its not always decent neither,
so wtv surrounds me in myroom only remind me of something I missed out on,
youth, coz FUCK responsibilities.yet FUCK you gotta love the Shit hole.
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why does crying make us feel fucked up? Is it just me?
Cause you don’t have to feel that way okay?
Or is “fucked up” even the right words for it? What is it?
Ever tried decoding your feelings into depth and closure?
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MB: You are you. You are yourself most when you are
alone in your dangerous room that’ve witnessed
your death and genesis moments. Where her mind marries her heart (fuse).
Where she became rationaland not narcissistic (such as myself).
Yeah, the skin she’s wearing doesn’t matter cause its what’s inside
that counts. She’s the bright shadow of everyone which makes them
feel so fucking good (support system). She never wondered (maybe once?)
why she can’t be that happily ever person not because she believes that
happily ever after is soo once upon a time BUT because she’s contented
of what she has. She’s the kind of person that could make one look for
her in everyone. She’s a woman and she’s wonderful.
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“the you are you” passage.
-right, : dangerous when alone
-true, : mind marries her heart
-believe so, : inside that counts
-really? =D : support system?
-sigh, yes. : wondered once but content
-Maybe someday. : lookin for her in everyone
-unintentionally : women? Wonders?
-beautiful vibe : your “ruined days” ( brush under ur eyes)
-just myself : one man’s army,
-have to/want to : saint/sinner
-nature’s aestheticity : codes/number/symbolism
-Thats a killer : “SHe is the story that never gets old and the
story I’d want to keep. SHe is t.h.e constant”
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cheers to some day ! I want my ceiling a sphere thick glass,
might need to get use to the sky =) and and mirrored
walls everywhere! Except my ultimate dreamy art studio
ahem someday =D , colors installed will blind with pleasure! .
You’re closer by the minute okay?
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You said :
“Happiness needs sadness. Success needs failure.
Benevolence needs evil. Love needs hatred.
Victory needs defeat. Pleasure needs pain.
You must experience and accept the extremes.
Because if the contrast is lost, you lose appreciation;
and when you lose appreciation, you lose the value of everything.”
do they really need each other? i feel the work need is diguised:
Happiness compromises sadness. Failure wishes success.
Benevolence creates evil. Love accepts hatred.
Victory feeds defeat. Pleasure predicts pain. Lost awaits found,
appreciation projects beauty, abuse worsen nothingness …
(perhaps it’s said for…balanced, for scale and acceptance,
To consider each will to consider another, Nothing is perfect just by itself,
to accept happiness is to accept sadness too.. values,
so maybe it’s telling us not to have too much of anything,
but to keep both in an equilibrium, for worth while’s sake,
for equality’s sake and for everything’s sake, to do em justice.)
“I’m a man, and I live for life because you ain’t alive if you ain’t living.”
But the Barbie Nicki M. said `to live doesn't mean you're alive - (Moment4Life ft.drizzy)
hmm, well everyone’s got diffo purpose to serve in life,
that’s what means to them, but many makes of their own.
for mee…
” I’m me, and I live to let life live by me as I make of it,
it appreciates me through those given minutes,
I live to whenever I’d die & appreciates back By feeling it .” Simple.
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Hmm burden are burdens, sharing means selfish,
not sharing means selfish too, so “only” with this
I’d usually stand still, share is the hardest thing,
when at times you believe others cant help and wont
benefit from it, why share and worsen their burdens?
That’s just me, but I always wished people came
to me for answer, cause I never asked nothing in return,
like santa, fat in fate and a lil bit in wisdom.
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Hmm, I believe what dad’s doing got you stronger, maybe to him ,
real men are numb – strict – sturdy- and machines?
And your under his guidance to the “becoming” of em?
God will bless chu, wisely either way.
Engrave four words into your brain: “cant stop, wont stop”.
That kept me keeping on.
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Note to selves: You’re not skeptical, you just want many things,
like one of anything is never enough?
And afraid from wanting ‘d affect other things;
MB: “Screw you! Just need a truck of beer, stay beside me and
I’ll unload everything on you. Get your recorder on
full batt cause I’d never stop putting shit,
watch me whine bout everything (watch me cry too).”
sounds dime, would you trust me to trust you ? and next day when
you’re conscious, I would word you in detail about everything,
so you know it’s okay to speech as so day or night and know
not to act differently cause it’d be great if you understood
the needlessness to be someone you’re not.
no suits, no status, cocky, power image shit, just tee &
quarter jeans with your baby sneakers or slip ons,
when’s the last time you feel home, in your pj’s and shit ?
no matter how much face you have to put on at
work stay fat like the kinsmen baby in your family, welfed and firm !
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but perhaps, Respectively-
let fate do it’s duty.Toast, to you and Zar, to brotherhood, to love & hate and to future.
world, rest well rest your worries, rest your mind, thoughts, responsibilities,
burdens… as I’ll rest mine in my own pace.And keep the noise down.
Everything is okay, so complication wouldn’t benefit. Good night or day, rain or shine,
right or wrong, just be okay.
tears never helped so I wont make em stay, worry not for tomorrow is a new day.
took me too long to fix this, backspaced, so you wouldn’t feel other ways.
- llvlL .