LostLost in that dark place called civilization he was dying the slow death of civilised man. The struggle for survival that is every mans birthright was denied him. Hands that should of been rough and calloused where instead soft and smooth. Flesh that should of been lean and taut was weak and excessive. The magic of his tongue was wasted endlessly on frivolous speech instead of used sparingly and to good effect. Concepts like love and hate where applied to passions that were raw and wild and belonged to the ineffable.Lost
It was a madness that ate at the core of him, everyday of his life.
Until he said. 'No more.' &n
Berserk
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“Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest” - Denis Diderot
'If you got an itch, scratch it. Thats sincerity.' - Larkin
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“Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest” - Denis Diderot
'If you got an itch, scratch it. Thats sincerity.' - Larkin
Hope you enjoy!
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At the end of knowledge, wisdom begins, and at the end of wisdom, there is not grief... but hope.
~Lloyd Alexander
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Tim
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“Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest” - Denis Diderot
'If you got an itch, scratch it. Thats sincerity.' - Larkin
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“Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest” - Denis Diderot
'If you got an itch, scratch it. Thats sincerity.' - Larkin
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“Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest” - Denis Diderot
'If you got an itch, scratch it. Thats sincerity.' - Larkin
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