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z0 pr0ud 0f thiz 0n3 !!!!!!
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#I feel so sick right now and I don't know what to do#emo boyz#scene kid#goffik#my immortal#anime#i am so tired#PREPZ FUK OFF !!!!#Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patien#passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer
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#ee what this godly sorrow has produced in you: what earnestness#what eagerness to clear yourselves#what indignation#what alarm#what longing#what concern#what readiness to see justice done. At every point you have proved yourselves to be innocent in this matter#Those who cleanse themselves from the latter will be instruments for special purposes#made holy#useful to the Master and prepared to do any good work.
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#return now return now return now return now return now return now click return shift enter enter return return god im begging you are you no#t getting it why are you still here on this stone floor get up goddamn it get up are you not made of flesh and bone or are the neurons in y#ur brain firing so fast and with such delicious secretions that you are rendered in a rotting pleasure chamber that you cannot escape it th#re is beauty in the way of things and youre not too far gone i promise you that cry weep sing look sleep rest please tear your eyes away fr#m here this place is not holy this place is not clean you can feel yourself fill with sun spawned maggots can you not you are a corpse of y#urself you are a puppet wielded by the zeitgeist of the world wide web world wide web world wide web
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#Perhaps once we might be able to sneak a death past him. Immortal#yes#but not indestructible. I saw that when AM withdrew from my mind#and allowed me the exquisite ugliness of returning to consciousness with the feeling of that burning neon pillar still rammed deep into the#murmuring to hell with you. And added#brightly#but then you're there#aren't you.
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#One could not stand and watch very long without being philosophical#without beginning to deal in symbols and similes#and to hear the hog-squeal of the universe.... Each of them had an individuality of his own#a will of his own#a hope and a heart's desire; each was full of self-confidence#of self-importance#and a sense of dignity. And trusting and strong in faith he had gone about his business#the while a black shadow hung over him#and a horrid Fate in his pathway. Now suddenly it had swooped upon him#and had seized him by the leg. Relentless#remorseless#all his protests#his screams were nothing to it. It did its cruel will with him#as if his wishes#his feelings#had simply no existence at all; it cut his throat and watched him gasp out his life#another#and another#until there was a double line of them#each dangling by a foot and kicking in frenzy--and squealing. The uproar was appalling#perilous to the ear-drums; one feared there was too much sound for the room to hold--that the walls must give way or the ceiling crack. The#grunts#and wails of agony; there would come a momentary lull#and then a fresh outburst#louder than ever#surging up to a deafening climax. It was too much for some of the visitors--the men would look at each other#laughing nervously#and the women would stand with hands clenched#and the blood rushing to their faces#and the tears starting in their eyes. Meantime
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