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Alyssa recently wrote up a nice something on "advice" you get growing up. This isn't directly related, more of a sidebar, but it's the first thing I remembered on reading that post. It's been going viral for a while on the South Asian interwebs I think. I don't know it's origins to credit. I'm pretty sure something similar must ...
"'We are like you;' the thought pressed into his mind. 'We did not mean to murder, and when we understood, we never came again. We thought we were the only thinking beings in the universe, until we met you, but never did we dream that thought could arise from the lonely animals who cannot dream each other’s dreams. How ...
It's time. Night falls. The world lies dead in its slumber, and we rise to greet the shadows. For it is here, in the absence of light that new life is breathed into the beauty and darkness of your thoughts. Your thoughts, your dreams, your visions, you... the center of my existence, the focus of my sanity, that take ...
This is a beautiful piece of music from two very beautiful and talented people. Certainly two worth following so you'll keep listening to some wonderful tunes and see some gorgeous artwork, and you won't be surprised when they win a Grammy or an Oscar for animation or something. Asela : facebook.com/aptunes | @Ace1424, Isuri : soundcloud.com/surid | @IsuriD
standing at the door waiting for epiphanies, for the road ahead. at my crossroads now, rivers to cross, roads to take, changes i must make. unclear futures before me, a blurred and hazy sight i see, like that flutter of wings. seeing monarchs, robins, or hummingbirds? fiery distant flash. monarchs travel, fiery mass, no sense of one, but, never alone. ...
That silver .45 pointed at him was big, really big. It was big even when it wasn't pointed at him, now it seemed like an artillery barrel. Or maybe it seemed that way because of all the snow in his system. He probably should have waited till he got home to snort the stuff. Being only marginally coherently aware ...