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The Wolf and The Man

I feel more like the wolf than I do the “man” in this scene. Not because I feel like some mystical creature to awe over, but because I’ve been almost

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Black Is My Color

Black is depth beyond perception. Black shrouds the unseen and thus is feared. Black is the edge of non-existence, like living death. Black is exotic in its imperceptibility. Black is faster than

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My Soul Is a Desert

The desert is a fairly serious landscape. Issues within it are rarely complicated for the most part; you survive or you do not. I am both dying and surviving. The

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I am a Fine Tuned Machine

She said I was a fine tuned machine. It made a lot of sense. I seem to be naturally obsessed with exactness, efficiency, needing full knowledge of things before I allow

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Music is a Cell

Imagine music as a cell wall. Turn it up and the wall expands, growing the cell silencing much of the outside influences of others, unless they can comfortably enter the wall. People

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Abathur My Home Boy

I play a lot of Heroes of The Storm. There are all sorts of human, orc, elven, and other characters. But the one I relate to most is this grubbish,

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