Life is as Love isLife is as love is Glorious with pain and joy and broken buildings wonderful in rubble, glass, and shattered footseps Love is as life is soaring transcendent on ugly wings over whole and pitiful glades of security and contentment it comes not to bring peace but a sword it will give you no calm and no safety you will be vulnerable, weak, frightened of countless dying dreams and forceful truths you will be shamed, stripped, and battered by fire winds with razor holes you will speak calmy and firmly with terror in your eyes and conviction in your feet God will scorn your steps and the dLife is as Love is
title length limits are bullshsitting sick and alone in museum lobbies or deserted classrooms staring at computer screens searching for my reflection in the lively eyes of pixelated dismissal revealing the truth about myself to no one who cares eaten alive by emotional outbursts of love and support loneliness won't leave me alone I build my bridges fireproof pace back and forth across them all day today I learned to live for myself die for others live for others die for nothing live for everything die for everything die in groups and live in basementstitle length limits are bullsh
whatevernot giving a fuck the anthem of the whole and unbroken, we care more about everything than we ever feared, trying to dull the pain with vitamins and board games whole and healthy living clean and free in the sewers of everything we love our windows open as much as we want and there are no bars on our doors no steel in our frames nothing to keep us inside and nothing to bring us out every day brings us one step to the sanity of our world, the freshly mown grass and fresh smell of plastic the world does not care about you enough to keep you down but you need wings to fly and theres no such thing aswhatever
no titleall that we love is bereft of emptiness bursting with every kind of death you can imagine we have lost our solitude and found loneliness we have lost our victory and found triumph we have lost nothing and gained a few souvenirsno title
we had too much chicken soup and our souls vomited up every kind good piece of shit we had forced down their throats God died and the angels sat around smoking cigarettes and getting drunk and depressed on Saturday night when we were ashes we created beauty in our death and glory from our irrelevance now we are trees and we are still
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"Everyone knows the chicken came first. Never seen anyone find the g-spot on an egg yet." - Jason Kelly
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"Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives."
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"Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives."
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