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She Stands An ObjectShe stands judged and torn down. Her years betraying a youthful dream and the acceptance of the rest. She is more than nothing and less than anything as the hands shift like clockwork and shed the worth of an object. Not even valuable as a thing. She existed to be young and beautiful by the rule of judges, juries and executioners. Suffers, she stands closing curtains of lace which the light blares through. Blemished canyons once were taut on lands meant for cultivation. Nothing grows on rocky cliffs aShe Stands An Object
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four sins past sainthood,
it's like i'm dying to forget
all the sleepless nights,
lying perfectly alone and still.
i can drink 'till victory,
i'll drink to the mighty,
drink until i die,
or at least until the sunrise.
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"Whatever you do will be insignificant but it is very important that you do it." -Gandhi
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four sins past sainthood,
it's like i'm dying to forget
all the sleepless nights,
lying perfectly alone and still.
i can drink 'till victory,
i'll drink to the mighty,
drink until i die,
or at least until the sunrise.
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You don't stop laughing because you grow old,
you grow old because you've stopped laughing!
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
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weeooweeooo
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