Rar.
Come on meow. Sultry, dusky, a falling sky and the mismatched gaze of a husky. Summer and winter are the same sword, and here I am again in the shadow of sharpness about to bleed.

Fuck you Mariak.

Night of the word.

Your style of writing... I wonder how much knowledge you possess.

Type you comment here, embrace the way it takes it all to pieces. Trust me, I've
got that bat. We need to fix this. Raargh.

I've heard about certain triangle, which points consist of mind, magic and madness. Shape indicates that they are related to each other. Is it always a case?

Wait. I wrote a few paragraphs in response to this, though do you know I overthought it. Truth is...you're right. The lie is told in triplicate.

I still learn something every day - sources of knowledge provided me more support than people in my early days. But now, I just wish to be understood, though I know it won't happen.

Well that makes two of us doesn't it? It's not really people after all, it's the forces that shift things like identity, personality, choice. The age old chaos, everyone sees the world in a different way, and do you know similarities collide, seem rather sad although...
Once in a while there's an anomaly. They're out there, somewhere, don't lose hope.

I saw plenty of anomalies, things beyond comprehension that defy laws of our world, but those are by-products of people meddling into things they don't understand, claiming that they want a better world.

Chaos will always be - this unstoppable force was present before us. Order is also necessary, because otherwise, humans would fall into permanent disrepair. But what is better - stagnation or disorder? What is one without the other?

Hope... There are only embers of once bright flame. What inspires hope now? No matter if they are deep or shallow, but I continue to explore dark valleys - that's what I know most of my life. And light... I'm not fast enough to catch. And probably never will.

You don't live in what this is. You die in it. The sword dies in this place, forsaken, the truth is exile.
Raargh.

All this shit on the truck buries the soul, I hope this is it. DQ, put a thirty four on it. Rar.

Are you finally finished?
lol

Not you.

Truth is obscured not only to discourage the curious, but also because many are not ready to see it. Because truth doesn't always equal good.