Curse of the Damned

A collection of what is interesting and what is daily

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Life is Beautiful

Life is beautiful. No matter what happens, no matter the horrors of the day to day living, life is beautiful.

At least, that is the way I look at it.

My reasoning is that everything holds a certain beauty to it. You just have to give it a title. In death we see decay and bloodshed. Tears and soil.

I see the cycle beginning anew. The bones decomposing and giving life to a beautiful garden. Where we see violence, anarchy of the worst kind, I see a revolution of the thought, enlightenment of the being.

Life exists in both beauty and monstrosity. It is dependent on you to give it a name, and on you to focus on which aspect.

I merely focus on what I want, realizing that the other exists. Therefore, life is beautiful, simply because I make it so.

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Graduation picture. I look weird without my long hair but I will get over it.

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Apologies

Alright, I have to get my apologies in order as I have not been logged on for what seems like forever. The reason, I am now a United States sailor. My updates will be sparse but I will try my best. Thank you for listening.

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Espionage

I remember the room in Russia perfectly. It's quite like this in all honesty. All small square, probably just another hole in some faux government building that they allowed you nice folks to have. You even have it right down to the annoying dim yellow light and the metal table that is meant to scare me by amplifying the sound of you slamming files down on the table.

Nice touch by the way. A tad cliche but you gentlemen pulled it off.

The only thing missing, well, I wouldn't call them something. I think missing two people is better. Anyways, the only two people missing are the two Russians that reek of vodka and something else. I think it was fermenting potatoes.

That would explain why there were eyes on their fingers.

But two Americans in fancy black suits is a much better change. Would be more intimidating if you were speaking to the right person.

So, seeing as I know oh so many things, what is that you two want. I have very many secrets and it's getting harder and harder to keep track of them. Don't always know what people want as shocking as that may sound to you two CIA folks.

Or are you guys FBI. NSS maybe? Or is there a branch that I don't know of?

Are your hands twitching for those standard issues you have underneath your suit jackets. Is that a threat, or you guys just flirtin' with me?

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Writing for Money

I am now writing for money. I am hoping to make some money from it to tied me till I go into the service.

https://www.gigzon.com/441-write-something-of-your-chosing-as-long-as-it-is-within-my-abilities

Hope it works out

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The Man Who Had the World

He had the entirety of the world at his disposal. He could command it to his will with just a few words. But it did nothing for him in the long run. For all the gold in Elderado's halls, for all the stars in the sky above him, they could not compare to the beauty of the other worldly treasure, glistening brilliantly in its own life. But he could not obtain it as of yet. He yearned for it, to touch and admire it up close. A glistening jewel, shimmering in the sky.

Just out of his reach.

She was the girl that stared at the world through the glass. The world she saw was full of wonders and mysteries and fear and dangers. She yearned for the adventure she saw, to be with what she saw.

But she was scared. She knew the positives, that she would never know anything until she committed the act. But she also saw the negative outcomes of life. She stayed distant from life, waiting to move in, knowing it was waiting for her arival.

They were each other's, and yet no one's all in the same.

He was the man who had the world at his finger tips and she was the girl who stared at the world through the glass.

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WOW @ tumblrdatinggame(.)com WTF is this.. my little brother's roommate is on this and I think I saw you too lol

Where did you see me?

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The Unknown

Perhaps he was a man of great stories

  Whispering words to anyone that would bother to listen to him

Maybe he was a soldier

  Serving his country proud

    Following the orders of the reaper

His name was probably strong

  Like his jawline

    Powerful like his muscles

Under suspect, he could be suave

  Able to pick his prey with ease

Or, he could be unknown in every aspect of the word

  An enigma to the world around him

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Trees

Look at the trees and how they bend in the wind. Notice how most trees only have the tops and the limbs bend while the trunk stays rigid. Now relate it back to the world around us. No I am not saying that society grows strong like a tree. That is an overused plant analogy.

One way is looking at it is like this. The word leaders rude upon the backs of the strong. The branches of a tree, the tops of them, all of it goes to the trunk, the strong, the people. The only way for a tree to be strong is to prune the branches and make it so the trunk is sturdier than the branches.

Another way is look at the leaders as flexible, being able to bend in the wind. They are able to go with the tide. You see, if the branches were not flexible, the tree would snap.

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Life Death

Life; used as a noun in the common world around us. The plural form; lives. The dictionary defines it as the quality that distinguishes a vital and functional being from a dead body. Comes from the Proto-Indo-European word lip, a word meaning to remain, persevere, and continue.

That is basic principle that we hold dear.

Though it can’t be described just as such. It is the beauty we see around us, be it the birth of a child or the growth of a child.

Yet the real divinity of life is that it’s fleeting, time only being able to move forward. Moments pass by in a continuous stream.

Death; most commonly used as a noun. Dictionary defines it as the end of life. The origins of the word lie long and wide in the world around us.

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Have you done tumblrdatinggame(.)com yet?

No, I have not. Why, if you don't mind me asking?

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Stare Them in the Eyes

He loved his Job, if he had to love at least something. In his profession he was God, making grand decisions on a daily basis. He could choose either to save lives or destroy them, all in simple strokes of the hand.

But for all the lives he had saved and altered for the better. For all the ways he had managed to change the world around him. For all the good he had committed he was still a mortal man.

He hated that aspect in life.

He hated looking people in the eyes and tell them they didn’t have a chance in hell of surviving. That his charge was about to lose his life. To listen to all the pain filled tears. To see the fear of death cross their eyes.

He could never blame them though. After all, for every God-like thing he had done, he was still human.

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Complicity and Somplicity

They say life gets more complicated with age. Maybe it's not the life itself. Sure, things do change around us. We have to get a job and be self-reliant to a degree.

But maybe life gets more complicated as we grow up because we make it that way. We add all this stuff to the equation of life and it over complicates the life around us.

And if you were to ask me, I would say that it is a beautiful thing to do. We get all these new ideas from complicity.

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The Story In Their Eyes

They stared at the water together, watching the flashing lights reflect from the city before them. Their feet dangled off the bridge, their toes resting just above the reflective surface. Their faces were bright with large toothy grins.

Their hands rested in each other's their grips pulsating at odd intervals.

They had no need to speak of who they were to each other. No, the closeness that they shared screamed it louder than the words the could use ever would.

Their eyes told them the ongoing story of how they fell for each other.