Fight ClubIf you wake up at a different time,Fight Club
in a different place,
could you wake up as a different person?
Our fathers were our models for God.
If our fathers bailed,
what does that tell you about God?
You have to consider the possibility
that God does not like you.
He never wanted you.
In all probability, he hates you.
Fuck damnation, Fuck redemption!
We are God's unwanted children? So be it!
First you have to give up,
first you have to know... not fear...
know... that someday you're going to die.
It's only afte
The ComaThe sky is dark, shrouded in clouds, thunder and lightning clash over control of the sky. I lie here on the ground as the rain pours on me. how cliche, a rainy night, yes, cliche but still a fitting end for a tragic story like mine. I lay here immobilized awaiting the impending threat of eternal sleep. Water takes ahold of me, surrounding me, the stinging of the rain on my cold wet skin, and the interminable amount of droplets that intend to force their way into my ocular lobes, my eyelids become heavier with each blink as i try to prevent even more stinging rainwater from entering my eyes. Drp!...Darkness...Plop!...Once again my world fillsThe Coma
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"I am myself...and that is not enough." -Sylvia Plath
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I'm getting feelings I'm hiding too well
(Bury the horse shaped shell)
Something broke inside my stomach
I let the pieces lie just where they fell
Porcupine Tree - Open Car
~FåïNt-69™~
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