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Wednesday, June 29, 2011 in all honesty, the toughest trick one can ever hope to master is the ability to bottle up emotions and whatever nonsensical hindering whatives(what-ifs) that embrace themselves so tightly to life-altering deadlocks, drop-kick em' down a bottomless pit, and never hear from em' again. no not ever nor a haunting glimmer. the next best trick, is the ability to stand firm on yer own two feet. not sway to the likes of winds borne from ill witted motives and feeble minds. the monks are kicking-ass at it. but... i'd like to think, they're having it a whole lot easier than us normal folks. we surround ourselves with god-damnable things; all they have are their mountain goats. fuck la. all things green and good are going byebye. and it was night again -11:01 PM- |
"you can rest when you are dead". past entries.
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