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I Dreamt Of A God, Ozmodus

I dreamt of a God, Ozmodus with whom a civilization of man had grown up with. He’s an immense planet of a being sitting in distant space like a moon. On

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Harkonnen

Feed the black wolf, feed the white.Feed the day, or feed the night.Feed my shell, or feed my depthFeed my self, and don’t forget. Feed my hope, and feed my

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Morality is Gray

[et_pb_section admin_label=”section”] [et_pb_row admin_label=”row”] [et_pb_column type=”4_4″] [et_pb_text admin_label=”Text”] Many believe (I think mistakenly) that ethics are always black and white. This stems from the belief that good and evil are objective, real

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What Is My Spirit Animal? Beginner’s Guide

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Death Is Not Meant To Be
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Death Is Not Meant To Be

Death is not “meant to be”. If death were meant to be, baby’s and puppies would not die upon birth, because they experienced nothing of life to give the meaning to “meant

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When is a Crow a Snake?

When you love her she finds you useful. When you pursue her she finds you unattractive. When she is alone you are necessary. When she is bored she is done.

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I Am The Big Bang

Recite at the beginning of each day. I, and every being and thing around me are the most recent versions of the Big Bang.

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Precious Pink Sand

I was a balmy breeze, casually here and there, but suddenly gone. I was a thousand grains of precious pink sand slowly slipping through soft finger tips that grasped at

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My Black Star

A few words on a symbol I can no longer call my own, as it belongs to others as well. Black holes reduce things to a single dimensional point. Paradox

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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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