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21 hours ago
if you still love the last, how can you fully give to the next?
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2 days ago"a gorgeous lady without knowledge is like decretive fruit; she makes things nice to look at, but when you go to bite into her for nutrients, all substance is gone."
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Notes: 2 / 3 days ago
God vs. The Fallen Angel.
Please note that i am not challenging Christianity, nor am i a firm believer. i do not worship the devil, or the idea of what the devil might encompass. I’m simply trying to better understand the religious world, one religion at a time. Also, my knowledge of what exactly the bible states is limited, so if anyone has anything to add or correct, please feel free to let me know.
I’m calling Satan the Fallen Angel as i have recently been thinking things over about the Christian lord and the devil. Why is it that the lord has killed so many humans, while the devil has only killed 10 (and from my understanding, he was ordered by god to do this)? What if Satan was simply banished for retaliating against god’s heavy hand on the human’s? if god was truly good, then he shouldn’t simple kill his creation. What exactly has satan done? he convinced eve to eat from the tree of knowledge; therefore, he was simply trying to give humans knowledge and truth. He simply gave eve what we all have been searching for for centuries. Knowledge, in god’s eyes, is only meant for hum. but why? is this not selfish? if you wants us to follow his path, can we not have the truth of the universe to better live our lives?
lets imagine a world in which Nazi Germany had won WW2 and their propaganda still stood. Would we see the Jewish community in a negative light simply because the Nazi’s painted it that way? It would be the norm, so then jews would be painted in a horrible light and the community would see it as such. Now, what if this is what happened with god and satan? i mean, the images of satan are extremely drastic and, in my opinion, look like what a propagandist would show. Perhaps satan simply disagreed with the lord, and was punished for not having a heavy hand like god. Satan was once an archangel. Therefore, he had to have been a good deity (or whatever angels are considered) at some point in the godly world. No angel since has been banished or revolted, to my knowledge, so what makes satan so bad blooded? a friend told me satan created sin. but he also explained that god created all. Therefore, god must have created the idea of sin. The bible claims that satan is driving us towards sin. however, psychologically, our minds tend to be curious of the bad; the forbidden. The forbidden as only created by god to oppose the good. He laid a path of good to follow, and thus laid groundworks for things we mustn’t follow. if god knew that we would act this way, why lay the groundwork? another friend explained that god wanted us to choose him over evil, or satan. but why? we must recognize god before we get into heaven, regardless of the life we live. that sounds narcissistic to me…and selfish. satan simply asks that you revolt against the way god does his business, which is death to those who do not fall in line. it seems that this is a regime, and satan is the movement. satan is banished to the underworld for not falling in line; for doing what many jews did and gypsies and anyone who helped them.
i think thats all for now. food for thought i guess.
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6 days ago
skip the awkward introductions
You knew me, i knew you, and thats all we need to function
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6 days ago
just deactivated my Facebook
and it feels good. fuck people. i don’t need them.
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1 month ago
Aspiring Sociopath
Your misconceptions are yours. We drifted, and that was a cause of both my wanting to keep such a close, personal and true relationship while never moving forward with the emotional aspect, along with your desire to make us something we most certainly would struggle to become. It’s a love sort at heart, but a tragedy in reality. We all die. You, me, them, the mystery; it all dies. When you die, can you say you forgave those who wronged you? Or that those you wronged have forgiven you? Food for thought for a brain I miss peering into. I forgive you and I forgive myself and forgive us, but I can’t forgive the world for turning us into this. Hopefully somewhere down this path of life we can reconnect and relive the past, though this isn’t a movie, and that doesn’t happen, does it?
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Notes: 702 / 4 months ago from stackinpape-deactivated20120320 (originally from justbeenjustin)
my zombie survival melee weapon right there
My favorite tool when dealing with meth heads.
(Source: virtualvendome.com)
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Notes: 8978 / 4 months ago from filipinoswag (originally from theartofanimation)
too sick. next art project?
(Source: theartofanimation)
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Notes: 3 / 4 months ago
Modernism
been a minute since i posted. whipped this out a few weeks ago.
Tabloids dictate how the women feel safe, satiate the common ground just to exploit a greater fate, and if I’m late I must be great, so nevermind my deadly slate, a bill of hate. And we associate with the women who’ve been raped and died, classified them as outcasts where slaverys simply implied. now Excercise the right to rise and die, smoke weed and fly, escape this place even with a lie or two and i remain nothing without the combination of drugs and you, now please excuse my illiterate muse, she don’t know any better, somewhat of a temper fuse, but don’t accuse her of anything short of strict abuse, I struck a fuse and now she’s lost in the assets of life, I gave a strong fight, but with a wicked right she shut off all the impending light, trapping me inside her feudal mind. And this queens got them eyes that cause you to lose the sight, lose your mind, can’t find the time so my lines rarely rhyme, but I guess it don’t matter, I still consider them mine, cuz in my life Originality is key, can’t make it anywhere if I can’t understand the essence of me, and we triumph in victory when soldiers play their bloody symphony but who really benefits when deaths second nature? When neighbors and brothers murder just to make the paper, cuz they ain’t been raised to deal with the labor that comes with this capitalistic system, so they lie, rape, and pillage just to get that crystal, and I’m not talking meth, its all about them diamonds you’ve been rockin’, so you can stop your talkin’ about how you’re gonna grab glock and start off by poppin any homie that even looks like he’s jockin. man, shut your mouth, ya’ll been taken this too far, doin stupid ass shit that’ll put you behind bars. Can’t you see that you fell for their tricks, all because you’d rather smoke a stick and fuck a bitch than make it to the ship and make yourself rich. And trust me, if you a winner you know what I’m saying, understand that I ain’t playin when I’m sprayin my style to the world, and understand I refuse to be tied down by any simple city girl, and even if she gave me enough brain to rival Einstein, I’d slap her across the face and say bitch, get your mind right, this the limelight, its time to shine bright and say hello to the skyline as you say goodbye to your town. The globes been callin your name, but you ain’t ever been around. Somehow you let society get you down, and now you struggle to even make a sound, stuck in that 9 to 5, still trying to get out. It’s a daily event, spoken loud to keep the pride from coming around, but hold your head high and blow your smoke to the sky, God’s restless, been waitin for the bestest and now we’re headed to the top. Takin every one of my boys and we’ll rise if we flop, die if we stop, hit the pinnacle even if we gotta do this a lot. and I ain’t the cream of the crop but I know what I got, its deadly understanding I made sure that I brought. And man, I ain’t ever been shot, but its fine, I get what I gotta do to stay on that grind, balance my life with leisure and mind, defined as the moment when I refuse to decline, use my time wisely to insure that I’ll one day be signed. You jealoius? Ya dog, me either, this world might as well be drenched in ether, or swallowed up in your girls beaver before she leaves ya for me, surprised you couldn’t see that she was wishin for thee. Hope you takin notes on my impeccable steez, style out the mind, bitch please remain at ease while I take the keys to the city, the nation, quick like stat, enough with the hesitation, now don’t you get complacent, cuz I know that you can taste it, its your breakage and hatred for my smile, though mild, it leaves a burning sensation that lingers awhile, like bile, my words are hostile to the throat, but I man it out cuz ya’ll forever be a terrible joke that somehow broke through the barrier I thought was established, managed to salvage a respectable knowledge, but shit doesn’t matter if no one is willing to pay homage..
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Notes: 6 / 5 months ago
The Attack
not complete. second guessing the last few bars. any help would be appreciated.
The exact moment you placed your head next to mine, I found myself trying to find a way to wrap up my time, give it all to you without reason or rhyme; just to ensure that you’d always be mine. And when your lips gently danced along my lines, I found my thoughts intoxicated by their seemingly perfect design. My knees trembled while my heart shook, like I was literally just robbed by a smart crook, blonde hair with a smart look, blushing cuz she knows what she just took was already battered, but she preceded anyway. A vital game of keep of away, the reason why I couldn’t stay, a reminiscences of my darker ways. But now I’ve noticed that the days without you slowed to a sudden stop, as if time only existed when your eyes kept me locked up. And now I’m caught up, lost in a timeless manner, struggling to distinguish between love and Saturn, or more rather, which I would choose, which one would lose, which one’s the Muse? Which one should I accuse when I present my issues to you? Would you understand if I explained that deaths just something I gotta do? Or would you refuse to accept any knowledge that you already knew? And I try to excuse her temptatious manners though the latter is too hard to gather, like the crazy rabbit and the mad hatter, take your swings, then quick like scatter before the very essence of her shatters. And I have her, had her, masked my eyes and rose to hell, picked the lock and cracked the shell, no need for a soul but mines too fucked to sell, too selfish to excel, so I’m quite destined to fail. Now all there is to do is deeply inhale, cast the sheet and set the sail, gather the sins and break our bail, and I guess to no avail I’ll leave a trail, hoping you might just leave it stale.
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Colorado
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Glad we cleared the air.
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