March 2013
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To what do I owe this inundation of unpalatable sentiments?
Have I committed a sin so incorrigible and unatonable that I am to be allowed no reprieve from the inherent suffering of life?
Years have passed since my last confrontation with these sentiments.
My experience with them is negligible.
They only arise in conjunction with my periodic rumination on the white rose which has recently...
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When I look at you, I feel not effervescence; I I feel not contentedness; I am imbued with not glee.
No. When I look at you, it is as though the ground beneath me metamorphoses into nothing; the air circumscribed about me transmutes into cyanide; the stars are pulverized; and the universe itself implodes.
When my mind begins to ruminate on you, my heart is ripped from my thoracic cavity, and...
February 2013
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It is strange to realize that in my infatuated stupor I have subjectively covered you with a thick veil of immaculacy.
It is sometimes arduous to associate human qualities with someone I perceive to be of greater value.
You do not, nor will you ever realize this.
That is much too bad.
January 2013
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And what of the vagabond who searches the barren wasteland for a single white rose?
His journey was rife with disappointment, and the toll on his mind was unbearable.
The journey yielded little more than withered hope and broken dreams.
But still, he ventured on.
His resolve was unparalleled, and his fortitude was great.
He swore to endure his adversities, no matter how formidable.
He...
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For the grievous crimes committed, an aptly draconian punishment was chosen as a consequence.
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An emulation of perfection; mirror-image of the immaculate beauty.
Differences have yet to be reconciled: greetings to be exchanged.
Forgive me for gazing: entrancement is the reason.
Forgive me for caring: nostalgia tells me to.
Jaggernaut: The man who wrote this could be my... →
nakedcreature:
Misanthropy Is A Natural Reaction To People’s Deplorable Behaviour.
By: MindBodySpirit | Written on September 24th, 2011
If you are an honest, decent person it’s very difficult not to be a misanthrope. For me, misanthropy was not a choice, it was a simple, natural response to the way most…
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Forever bound to the leash that you hold firmly in your hands, I can never stray too far.
When I attempt to venture out into the world, you summarily pull on the leash and reel me back into your territory.
You have subjugated me, and for reasons far too nefarious to reveal.
Freedom is a delicacy that I shall never taste: not even when death’s embrace reaches me.
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I am in love not with a woman, but an idea of one.
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Why is the darkness so soothing?
Why is it comforting to have its emaciated hands caress you to sleep?
Is it because it does not allow you to see the horrors of the world?
No: it is because it does not allow the world to see the horror that you have become.
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I am destroying my own home because it benefits a stranger.
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“Though the world has crumbled, a few entities remain standing in spite of great adversities; they are the last vestiges of the past world, and they carry the torch of those now deceased in the hope that they can rebuild what once was.”
This is a small portion of a novel that I am attempting to write at the moment. I do not wish to sound supercilious, but regardless of the fact that...
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The brilliance of your beauty is unparalleled even by the celestial bodies that illuminate the night sky.
Your voice, the resonant lullaby that provides unfailing consolation, is capable of assuaging the fears of even the most petrified soul.
Superficially, biologically, chemically, and physically, you are a human being;
But from my perspective, you are nothing less than the incarnation of an...
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Writing is my passion.
Writing is the medium I use to express the emotions that are entrenched within my abstract mind to others. Writing is my panacea. If I did not write, then my soul would have withered ages ago.
Though my written prose does contain scintillas of reality, it usually explores worlds impossible to venture into in reality. The prospect of living through implausible events is exhilarating to...
How to Think Like Sherlock Holmes: Lessons in... →
jtotheizzoe:
Maria Popova has an amazing breakdown of Maria Konnikova’s new book Mastermind: How To Think Like Sherlock Holmes. The fictional detective was a crime-solving case study in the limits of human mindfulness and observation. Can any mere mortal actually train their own mind to observe as he did?
It turns out that our attention spans are a bit paradoxical. Being a better observer...
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Debauchery is not permissible.
It is strictly prohibited to desecrate the consecrated.
Maintain your distance from the subject.
If contact with the subject is imperative, the subject is not to be accosted;
The subject may take umbrage to such an audacious form of address.
The subject is in no way omnipotent, nor omniscient.
The subject is solely the epitome of innocence.
The subject is...
November 2012
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It has proven futile to attempt to expunge her...
Though I do not mind reminiscing on our tenuous, yet satisfying, past confrontations, it is exhausting to incessantly fantasize about having more meaningful conversations with her.
Perhaps I need to intensify my endeavors to suppress the superfluous emotions that plague my mind on a quotidian basis. Perhaps only then I shall be freed of the chains that bind me to my turbulent past.
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October 2012
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Life is nothing more than a draconian joke.
I am predisposed to failing miserably at everything. I am incompetent in all fields of life. What is absolutely amazing is that everyday I am reminded that I am a perpetual failure by individuals whom of which possess abilities far above mine. They are superior to me in every way. What is even more elating is the fact that I always befriend individuals who turn out to be brilliant in their own...
September 2012
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It proves to be quite arduous to protect the...
I feel helpless. I have been capable of sustaining a facade in which I am a misanthrope, when in reality there are a few individuals whom of which I still care about. She is one of them. These feelings of affection are purely platonic. I perceive her as some sort of vulnerable entity whom of which possesses such a resoundingly innocent mind. I know that my attempts to imbue her with my limited...
