Sky on Fire
TideFar across the ocean’s wide I stand amid a rip-chord tide Embraced with haunting lost surrender, Lost endeavor, and count the stars That strike my odd and weary dreams with Streams of hopeless bent conjecture.Tide
I lost my August, my December, My time of hope that I remember
Breaking bounds of time and space And distance far beyond this place Of recollection, introspection; but now I only have Regret for life and fortune’s sorrowed deeds.
My tree of life is void of seeds and All that makes the time-to-come a Hopeless time of sanguine nigh
Birthday
Hungry
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It's not the world getting smaller, it's your ass getting fatter...
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An IMPORTANT JOURNAL ENTRY... - IN A FEW DAYS. Stay tuned!
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Long Live Latvia!/Dievs Svētī Latviju!
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~Kara~
Lack of ability is not an excuse
It's appreciated more than you know.
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No one can save you.
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I just saved a bunch of money by switching to Barrack Obama!
My online zombie survival course: [link]
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I just saved a bunch of money by switching to Barrack Obama!
My online zombie survival course: [link]
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"Yesterday is history
Tomorrow is a mystery
Today is a gift."
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