

the chance of a seccond chanceThere is no memorythe chance of a seccond chance
With less satisfaction in it Than that of some Temptation we resisted In the moment, we may Surely nod in approval
Of our own righteousness And pat ourselves on the back.
And then go about on this Path of learned behavior That we refer to as Life Feeling pleased with ourselves. Perhaps even being so forward, So glibly self-important As to chide others for Being unable to stop themselves.
But no matter how me might Conspire to have it otherwise, Our memories perform as they should And we recall wi


a letter never senta letter to my brother that i will never send:a letter never sent
forces are gathering can’t turn away Forces are gathering Can't turn away Forces are gathering Can’t turn away
I never cared about consequences with you, I never thought about them. And you know I’m so often set on self-destruct so I’d let the tears fall from my eyes and tell you how much it hurts to see those you love die. To watch you die. I’d tell you I love you everyway that I know how, cause I’m the family you can’t forget, and I would tell you a thousand times over how much I miss you, how much the whole family, you have worked so hard
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"If all the net is a stage, then I think I would be the traveling act that performs to small groups but occasionally ends up in dive bars"
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It might look like I'm doing nothing, but at the cellular level I'm actually quite busy...
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fear me. 0_T
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On achète ton bonheur. Vole-le.
Your happiness is being bought. Steal it.
Anonymous graffiti, Paris, May 1968.
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Just a little look... [link]
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~Lokiclub

The Lokiest place on deviantART, full of Lokean mischief and amusement.
I'll come back later to read your work.
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"Do androids dream of electric sheep?"
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Photographers do it in a dark room.
If it ain't plastic it ain't real!
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Enjoy your spaghetti, cause you're rude!
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