....live till you die....
the instinct is easy. leaving.
feeling is simple, the way is bright and shiny.
pickled fruits and vegetables will remain much longer than us.
all that remains of the day. we are all drowning.
this is a message to those that it's intended.
I will live till I die.
Confusion is necessary, resistance is futile.
you think you know the ending, until it's here.
little flower, patience is but a virtuosity.
grow and grow until the pot is full, then replace it with another.
soon enough it is not but a flower but many.
multiplicity at its finest.
If loving something is setting it free then hatred must be a prison, in which we are all consumed.
The potential is within anyone. It does not matter who.
You make it into what you need. Selfishness is controlling your soul. It is eating you and making you ugly.
Comparatively, the end result is always the same.
You live till you die.
Are you meditating on the metaphors? Are you engaging the simile? Do you get the point?
Your aversion to inward reflection will be your downfall.
Take me up the mountain, hold me there for awhile. Push me down the mountain, then bring me back up. Tie a rope around my body, then push me down again. Dangle me on the edge, make me decide a fate, equally fatal. A cut rope to my doom or eternity hanging cliffside? In this case, the decision is unimportant, the result is the same.
This is hilarious, whatever this is. Enjoy the largest joke, at your expense. Understanding is coming, you blind beggar. Guilt is no longer a tool. It is your crutch and will be yours forever.
The future has never been brighter than it is right now. All we are are scars.
the instinct is easy. leaving.
feeling is simple, the way is bright and shiny.
pickled fruits and vegetables will remain much longer than us.
all that remains of the day. we are all drowning.
this is a message to those that it's intended.
I will live till I die.
Confusion is necessary, resistance is futile.
you think you know the ending, until it's here.
little flower, patience is but a virtuosity.
grow and grow until the pot is full, then replace it with another.
soon enough it is not but a flower but many.
multiplicity at its finest.
If loving something is setting it free then hatred must be a prison, in which we are all consumed.
The potential is within anyone. It does not matter who.
You make it into what you need. Selfishness is controlling your soul. It is eating you and making you ugly.
Comparatively, the end result is always the same.
You live till you die.
Are you meditating on the metaphors? Are you engaging the simile? Do you get the point?
Your aversion to inward reflection will be your downfall.
Take me up the mountain, hold me there for awhile. Push me down the mountain, then bring me back up. Tie a rope around my body, then push me down again. Dangle me on the edge, make me decide a fate, equally fatal. A cut rope to my doom or eternity hanging cliffside? In this case, the decision is unimportant, the result is the same.
This is hilarious, whatever this is. Enjoy the largest joke, at your expense. Understanding is coming, you blind beggar. Guilt is no longer a tool. It is your crutch and will be yours forever.
The future has never been brighter than it is right now. All we are are scars.
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