

For A Brighter DayHe hadn’t started doing anything about his cause yet, and he could have chosen not to do anything at all. He wasn’t striving to be bigger than human yet. And he didn’t know what perfection tasted like yet. He was just fighting for a brighter day, and he hadn’t even dared to admit that to himself yet. ‘Till the very end he preferred not to think of himself as a believer, maybe because it sounded too lame. The truth was that the majority of the world’s population never managed to gather that much faith in their little grey bodies.For A Brighter Day
He was… a strange thing. He was nothing like a person. Just a puzzling mixture of mutated emotions, wr


where to standWe are who we choose to be.where to stand
Your tv commercials would love to tell you that the world is an amazing place full of joy and happiness, where you can find the greatest fulfilment in buying shampoo, and find happiness in the arms of an expensive couch. A few people also have this view spurred on by their ignorance, life is full of butterflies and I will grow up get a job, life to the fullest and then perish and turn to dust. Whee.
Sadly when I look at the world I see nothing but pain, and those aforementioned people who would like to cover up and ignore this pain. When I look at the world I see 4,000 hungry children in t
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And we all fall down
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Art is con..
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I'm not afraid to look like an idiot.
Wera
P.S. If I don't say "Wera" afterwards,then I guess it is Sam replying...after all,we must have collective agreement for every member here,so soon we'll add you to our friends list,I hope...
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a plastic dog shit
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