Passing down a large hall with infinite possibilities; which one to pick?
Exploring the minds of others opens a gate to unlimited possibilities. Love these; cherish them.
I get out of bed every morning expecting a day of tranquility and peace; one where I can relax and see the shine of life radiate. Blocked by clouds, I cannot see life as something full; it is something undescribable. Back in May, Lee and I went on an exploration to lands which we cannot describe with words. A place that the eye feeds on and craves more after it's done. A vivid land of new age sand and fertile trees. The air was refreshing; every breath was an oasis for th
September 25th, 1978
Dear Gary,
Did you get the paper I sent you the other week? I hope so. It contained important information regarding the incident which occured three years back. I wanted to mail you to see how things have been going. I have a lot to inform you about. I am now married to Mary, the girl we had chatted about a while back. I have two children now, one's name is Michael, the other's name is Vincent. Michael is about four months old, as Vincent is three years old. As the years pass, I slowly understand what you taught me; life's answers seem to become less obscure as time passes. I'm sure things are going well with you as wel
Passing down a large hall with infinite possibilities; which one to pick?
Exploring the minds of others opens a gate to unlimited possibilities. Love these; cherish them.
I get out of bed every morning expecting a day of tranquility and peace; one where I can relax and see the shine of life radiate. Blocked by clouds, I cannot see life as something full; it is something undescribable. Back in May, Lee and I went on an exploration to lands which we cannot describe with words. A place that the eye feeds on and craves more after it's done. A vivid land of new age sand and fertile trees. The air was refreshing; every breath was an oasis for th
September 25th, 1978
Dear Gary,
Did you get the paper I sent you the other week? I hope so. It contained important information regarding the incident which occured three years back. I wanted to mail you to see how things have been going. I have a lot to inform you about. I am now married to Mary, the girl we had chatted about a while back. I have two children now, one's name is Michael, the other's name is Vincent. Michael is about four months old, as Vincent is three years old. As the years pass, I slowly understand what you taught me; life's answers seem to become less obscure as time passes. I'm sure things are going well with you as wel
In this world of fake life
There are no broken thoughts
...Only broken illusions
That once held something dear
And when you think about it
do we all really love anything?
Are we
tricking
ourselves into being
fake?
Believing in something that doesn't exist?
Do you exist? Do I exist?
Ask yourself
If I were to close my eyes
in a place of silence
In a whole of darkness
Would everything and everyone
...Disappear...?
A crash like thunder booming
erupting, spewing the earth
and the world seemed, as if in spite,
to come to an abrupt ending
The Giggleplex stood
on the edge of the world
arms held tight to its chest
thinking into the darkened sky
Forever wasn't so long
an enternity in an instant
blinking like a dying light
pulsing its final breaths
Craters forming in the shell
the blood of the earth emerging
like a molten holocaust, likened to hell
with bursts and shattering death
Cataclysmic catastrophe's
reshaping what shouldn't be
creating the would be's
and removing the could be's
and the Giggleplex stood
roaring flame splashing
climb
It was the end. Twenty minutes from now the missiles would be here. Only twenty more minutes to enjoy what you'd like. Miles knew full well this day would come. He always thought there would be a rush toward space ships to abandon the planet. But what was the point, you can't launch a space shuttle in 20 minutes. Besides, where would he take it even if he could escape the earth's atmosphere before it blew to bits? Humanity had failed.
It started as all conflicts do – with an argument. An argument over what was best. Best for who? Best for what? In only 19 minutes now it was all going to blow into a million pieces… no not a million, a b
We are beautiful creatures just bounded by society's chain.
Lustful; sinful; filled with hate.
In the Eyes of a Monster, we are just perfect beings.
In the Eyes of a Human, a monster is scary, horrible, destructive.
Run, theres a monster.