Sacrfice Your Ignorance, Free Your Shackled Soul.

Better take the blue pill while you still can.

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i’ve got 99 problems and being a decaying organism that’s born to die in a society run by money that i can’t escape is one of them 

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do you need a hug

[deplorabation]

i think we all need a hug

[danceinthedarkbyladygaga]

do you ever stay in the shower for so long you forget who you are

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Who am I? Who am I? I'm Jean Valjean.

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I was once free. This was a long time ago, of course. That escape route closed off far from what my memories can grasp. What remains of it have been...

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Unrealized

I was once free.

This was a long time ago, of course.

That escape route closed off far from what my memories can grasp.

What remains of it have been suppressed like the tip of an iceberg of my mysterious, faded past.

I know longer care to remember what lies behind me.

I dream of a future far from the life I live today.

One that shall never exist outside of my dreams.

I wish for the day that I leave all of who I burden behind to start a new life, satisfying my curiosities, and finding someone to satisfy them with.

He'll never come, and neither will the days that I dream for will.

In this impossible existence, of course, I'll regret the choices I've made, and cry myself to sleep every night for leaving all that I would have left.

Never satisfied.

I want to let my eyelids fall and open another door, another escape, without consequence, judgment, and most of all, no chains to burden my soul. How abstract my goals are - they cannot be checked off a list, or physically be executed. I must conquer my mind in order to bend it to my will - to stretch it far enough where I myself can enter, and poke around in it's curious macrocosms. Each aspect of my thinking will be divided amongst different realms that I shall deliberately separate for my convenience when I enter my awake state. I'm sleeping now, unrealized, only the potential to exist is what I live for. Words that cannot exist among humanity shall be discovered. Colors never seen shall be tasted. Trees will sway in the breeze of my subconscious love of beauty, such as the beauty that I await to see when I close this door for another. The gateway is closed, and all I need now is to warp its hinges until it gives way, and grants me my freedom. My freedom for a world larger and more vibrant than the travels of a lifetime shall never face in a plane such as the one I lay dormant in.

I was once free.

It is now time to be free once more.

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No Particular Thing

Let's see... There's no particular thing to turn into some ramblings, but I'm sure once I've finished this sentence or the next one, I'll pour out like a tap that has run dry for an eternity and a half. What a phrase that is - Forever and then some. If forever never ends, was there a beginning to add to the concept? Have I not lived forever? I've been here since my memories began, and even before than what I can recollect. If I've been alive since the beginning, I shall have no end. I am immortal. I will never wither away and die of life's accord. I'll die when my fate leads there, if it does. Of course, if it does not phase me, and I know what will become of me, will I truly die? What does death mean in the first place? Will the organisms that compose my body live on, and even thrive? My memories will fade away like wind, and my ego will melt into nothingness, but my physical body, and the head that once caged the thoughts of my freedom still exists to rot away when the time comes for that, too. Won't my eyes still gaze at the world, which will one day rot as I will?

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I'm baaaaaaaack~

I've developed a need for an outlet to pour my emotions into. I'm a creator, not a spectator. I don't read, I provide the lines in which people fill their adventures with. I've found myself at a rock and a hard place, so to speak. Where am I to find the inspiration for a piece of my own? My passions are of the psyche, and everything surrounding said topic. Do I take dream that I plan to have and turn them into worlds in which others may dwell within? I must find the beauty within myself before I may put it into written word. There are countless expressions that I cannot take out of thought. For me, thought exists not just in images, sounds, or senses. They exist in associations with memories of combinations of feelings which do not have descriptions to them because only I have felt them. The ramblings, as I might just call them, shall begin when I feel like it, which should NOT be at 11:30 on a Thursday night, in my opinion. I have no more inspiration to run on, just a fear of the morning. Nothing in particular, I just don't like waking up. To taste a bit of a world you're trying to enter, only to be spat out like the gates of hell that decided not to take me.

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Yikes, the blog looks a little under the weather, doesn't it?

This little archive of my logged thoughts and ideas needs a bit of dusting off. This will come in time, however. There's not much of that to go around, especially when you've so little of it to the point where boredom or idling is the stuff of myths.

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How are you feeling today?

Fine, thank you for asking.

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WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Well, tumblrbot, do you want a profound, BS-reply, or a legitimate answer? I'll go for the latter: I would love to see the Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington D.C. ...Other truthful answers deserve a blog less depressing.

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Pariah-Cosmos

It is said that no two humans are created equal. Yet, so many people seem to contradict this statement. 

Those who stand out past those without identities share a blessing and a curse. Our eyes are opened up to new worlds untouched by corruption, yet  we can share the experiences with no one. I sit, typing away in front of my monitor, knowing I shall never meet another human being who will see through my eyes. Yes, exchanging ideas is a wonderful thing, but no average person could ever understand an outcast's psyche. I see you decided to take the red pill. You shouldn't have done that.

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Existence.

Let's learn a thing or two about Existence, shall we?

ex·ist·ence  

/igˈzistəns/

Noun

The fact or state of living or having objective reality.

Continued survival.

Now, let's look at reality.

re·al·i·ty  

/rēˈalətē/

Noun

The world or the state of things as they actually exist, as opposed to an idealistic or notional idea of them: "he refuses to face reality".

A thing that is actually experienced or seen, esp. when this is grim or problematic: "the harsh realities of life".

Existence and reality define each other. This means that existence lies beyond reality, and as long as it has been thought of or acknowledged, it exists.

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Think About This:

Every day you can remember from the beginning of your life is a construct toying with your mind. No life ever seems perfect, and not all memories are kept, so it just might make sense.

Now think about this:

The reason why no one would think twice about a concept like this is to prevent one's mind from going in deeper. Without proof, the foundation of the life we live and the society we live in could truly be anything.

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A Shade of Sorrow.

Reality pierces the mind with a cold, dark blade.

A tear is shed. A cry, just below earshot, rings out across a sky, painted with memories and dreams.

The heavens were painted a shade of sorrow, a hue few have truly witnessed.

All I see around myself, are faces-

Painted in the shade

of sorrow.

A smile begins to spread 'twixt my cheeks-

a grin unsettling and hollow.

Behind cheery expressions, and glass-panelled eyes, all I see, are faces painted in the shade of sorrow.

As I leave the realm in which humans dwell, my eyelids fall.

All I see is a sky, painted sorrow.

A shade which brings a grin to the face with the glass-panelled eyes.