fantastikal -
Svētdiena, 4. Septembris 2011 19:48
to loose faith in beauty. nothing is beautiful. it's so easy to simulate. it's so easy to make. nothing is beautiful. it is all fake.
what is good? what is not? how many years, weeks months do you give me, before i drop dead, or die trying? what's the point of anything? it's just lust. a lust for something. right. now. a lust. yes, to take away the pain, but that is not important. what is important is here. now. lust. for this. i want this. i want this so hard and i won't want it later. later i might want to die. what is death? what is life? is it worth living, if living is holding on, waiting, till you finally get what you want? smilling to pass the time, saying yees yees and doing your best impression of fun so they never go away, save you're left with THIS again. what is life? what is the use of breathing? what is a breath? how do you breath? how many breaths per second are healthy? what is health? why is all this important?


look...! up! the sun.... it's so warm

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