LavaJAVA
Master and Slave. We to our emotions; our emotions to us. Build the bridge-- reinforce the supports, the apex of our insecurities-- try to cross. Just try to peak inside that door. I dare you to try it! For inside contains the answer. The answer to the question: which are we? The Masters or the Slaves? Players of their infinite game... or the ones who are played.
I shall not be.
A mound of dirt cascading all over the minted horse that has just mule kicked it. No astounding, adamant, anti-establishment degree of a whisper heard from the farthest depths of hell can describe quite the amount of egg this horse has on its face right now. Silly horse.
Keep rollin'. 2013. The best is yet to come.
Trust in your anger friends. Channel it, yes and make sure no-one is ever harmed... but don't reject it, suppress it or be ashamed of it. It's there to help us find our boundaries and expand our horizons. It doesn't let us down.
Do you want your boring protagonist to seem like a bad mu'fudga in a Hollywood blockbuster? Kill us. Scores of us. Mindlessly. Seldom for a good reason; less often for any reason at all.*
* Success ratio for this actually working withheld; pending approval from Warner Bros. Inc.
A life that will never fall far from its tree; rooted in the ground of its apathy; on antidepressants.
*****, ********** *** * ******* **** ***, ******* ** ***** ** ** *** ******** ****** ** * ******* *******- **** ** ** *** ** ***'* * ***** *** ***** ******* **** ** ** **** (* **** ***!).
A blank slate. Without any limit or parameter.
... set... match.
You lose.
(... a tiebreaker. Cos I never lose a tiebreaker, except that one time in Montreal when I lost in the Canadian Masters. I was forced to listen to the Canadian national anthem and I've been scarred since. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-98Jg_4p_O8 )
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