

Sabre the MomentI often times make myself smile, Telling no one its all worthwhile. Musical builds make me optimistic in my endeavors, The way old school philosophy has a way of being clever. A showdown, a fight, an inner confrontation, A moment of conscious self deprivation. Theres no master telling me where to swing, Still I lay waste to my hate of most everything, Because the hate wont fix that what it creates, You gotta harness the power of transcendental states. Rise above the disaster like Lukes X-Wing, Take care of the stress like it aint no thing. I&Sabre the Moment


Break OutSmoke bends and changes, much like existence. Air, fire, and water share similar properties.Break Out
Nothing is consistent, but each can maintain Balance. Such a word, such simplistic meaning,
Yet achieving such a manner of tranquility requires so many resources. Love is what you make, and what you feel. If you have no timber, you cant make fire. However fire can occur in a million different ways. You never know when the next spark will ignite the prairies of your mind, And transform a hell storm of curiosity into more than lust. Never turn down the opportunity to engulf your r


I'm TiredSocial creatures by nature wish to be social. But what happens when a being goes against his genetic make up? I feel like I hate humans, or something of the sort. I find my self picking random fights with message board members, Over shit I dont even really give a fuck about anymore. Or maybe its because I still do care that I feel the need to defend and offend. Have you ever sighed instead of talking? Its like youre breathing out any sort of sense, And breathing in apathy.I'm Tired
Fatigue is one of those things I never really experienced. Now, I wake up tired, desper


Vanilla MidnightVanilla NightVanilla Midnight
My shadows play skip-scotch on 2am Market Street and
3am sushi draws me where neon lights and Broadway never sleep
My hand catches a turn signal,
left and into eternity, I climb up above the twinkled twilight and sink into peace
My feet dance patiently on High country permafrost, seemingly searching for 4am enlightenment
and falling 20 minuets short
My eyes capture the silver slant
of the moon. It’s light like tears pooling in the silk-screened stunted trees and needles
My body finds some s
I appreciate that
Come see my other photos as well if you have some spare time
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I'm here to bring you colors, variety and thoughts with my Photography.
-Congresional decree this (refer to above) date.
Other than that, the Gov'nr needs teh Doctor, there are matter of states that are needed. I see out next step man.
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How strange it is to be awakened these few insightful moments, and come to find that you mind has already been raped by a god.
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69. Perfection of character: to live your last day, every day, without frenzy, sloth or pretense (Book Seven)
71. It's silly to try to escape other people's faults. They are inescapable. Just try to escape your own (Book Seven)
And after talking to you....
:Slap: Thats me doing the slapping btw
and
...
thanks.
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Believe in reality, but ne’er in truth
for truth remains the fool’s illusion.
Lets try that again...
"ME after talking to you"
:moving on:
... harumph. ok. im better now.
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Believe in reality, but ne’er in truth
for truth remains the fool’s illusion.
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Believe in reality, but ne’er in truth
for truth remains the fool’s illusion.
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How strange it is to be awakened these few insightful moments, and come to find that you mind has already been raped by a god.
Sorry I havn't commented in a while, I promise to leave you a few now and again some soon
Hope you've been well recently.
Talk soon.
Kate
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Change is the Only Constant
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69. Perfection of character: to live your last day, every day, without frenzy, sloth or pretense (Book Seven)
71. It's silly to try to escape other people's faults. They are inescapable. Just try to escape your own (Book Seven)
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