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Name: Christopher
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My greatest appreciation lies underneath a veiled relic that many of us have discarded. That relic is our own potential. When used, we have the ability to overcome just about anything.
Expertise: The only expertise is the one simply spoken through action and never stated vocally.
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Member Since:
1/15/2005
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He sees life through broken glass, particle illusions and ideas of pasts and origins that he makes up on a whim. That's the joy of not knowing. When you have nothing concrete to hang on, you can paint an abstract. No worries about family origins or ancestries, because, honestly, he's happier with a multiple choice past. No name, no background, a work of art, one that will never die. He is immortal. | | |
| Written Feb 17, 2009:
Seriously, like paying taxes, I know it's something that has to be done, but I dread it everyday. So because I try to hold out as long as I can and wake up ASAP, it is really effecting my life. I can't think straight anymore, I feel more irritable as the day drags on, my wife feels my fury far more frequently, and I am losing motivation due to lack of energy.
The thing is that I can sleep fine - it's just that I hate doing it. Half of the time I go to bed hoping to God that I wake up alive. Does anyone else have this trouble?
Update:
I actually took a nap yesterday afternoon. Felt good, man.
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| I remember a time when I was alone and cold; a time when I had people around me, but felt better watching from afar. Isolated and silent, no one around to muck up the silence of the wind around me.
Now I'm not alone, nor would I trade my place with anyone, but still, there are times I miss the quiet of a surrounding void. Of course, maybe I am writing all of this because it's after midnight, I'm alone and there's a fan droning on. Maybe not.. maybe my comfort really is in an isolated living (with people still surrounding).
Maybe I've spent too many nights in a dark field with nothing to think about but God, stars and the cool wind around me...
and maybe I've enjoyed one too many lonesome moonlit walks by the ocean..
and perhaps I've traveled to too many cafes where the greatest joy was sipping a coffee and watching people interact, thinking how great it was I didn't have to hold up my own end of the conversation.
Still, the contradiction of life intervenes as, during those times, I was begging God not to be alone.
Now the musings are over with and I'm gonna return to more juvenile, lowbrow entertainment.
So, cheers to quiet, unadulterated, unfiltered, miserable isolation and loneliness. I knew you once, but now you're gone from my life. Good night, sweet prince. | | |
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The journey ahead lay wrought with danger;
a beast awaits to challenge you there.
So go prepared with courage and wisdom;
challenge the gates that hold fate ransom.
Behold the power, baby!, it's within you;
avenge the memories of justice undue.
Journey to a realm where knowledge flows,
to combat the Gatekeeper and his throws;
for beyond lies the peril of the Bridge of Death
to bring halt to the quest you seek to walketh.
Nay shall you stop, for destiny is running,
fast beyond the grasp of the enemy's cunning.
for the tide of life is calm for no man,
it seeks, without end, to swallow destiny's plan.
Ah, but what you seek shalt alter the currents,
reversing the river of time's lament;
Nay shall the passing be of your own
for a vision awaits you and you alone.
Before you, warrior, lay ahead the riddles three,
asked of you by the Reptilicus army;
Trust not your knowledge when running the guantlet
for the answers lie within your spirit!
Alas upon bringing your offering of wisdom
will the Reptile King grant you your freedom;
for then you shall enter the King's Room;
behold the Light Sword, it's blade: evil's doom.
Take hold the hilt and feeleth the power!
The Energy coursing through you turning seconds to hours!
Now go - the first mission complete - bring honor home!
Call forth the bloodstorm as your roam.
Nay shall evil triumph for it ends this day -
its bones left to dust - its viscera to decay.
Rock on now, Light Warrior, for you have been chosen;
the path before you seems an impossible mission,
but only to mortals whose life lay chained;
their fear guides them to destiny stained.
Nay to such fate will you breathe your last
for you climbed and conquered the Mountain of the Past. | | |
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