I wander through life as if wandering through a field in the dark of night, wearing a blindfold and very heavy shoes, with poisonous snakes waiting patiently beneath clumps of weeds, knowing full well that eventually I will come close enough for one to bite me.
In the light, I can see the darkness in all it's deceptive hypocrisy.
In the darkness, I can only see the light. It might be better to be kept in the dark.
In Veritas Libertas et Insomnis.
Le moribund.
A disposable dumbass.
The only purpose in my life, seems similar to a diaper's.
Afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not despairing; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed...
- 2 Corinthians 4:8,9
And there aren't really 69 blogs either. Numerically or positionally. Just got bored over the holidays in 2006 and was itching to do something. Didn't get to do it, so I did this instead. I really should get a hobby. And so should you, if you're actually reading this crap. Just a manic look at stuff and an avenue for pent-up releases. I know, I could just fart. I provide massages for ladies too. And yes, I'm just kidding.
Step out,or you will still be moving in your own circle.
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