#82: Nothing Special

ATTENTION:

I'll soon retire my blogspot. While I'll still get on to read your lovely things, I won't be posting as frequently here. It's time for a change, I think. No worries though; I've been recruited onto tumblr. I like it.
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#81: Fueling the Fire

"If only if only the woodpeeker sighed
The bark on the tree was as soft as the sky
The wolf waits below, hungry and lonely
He cries to the moon, 'if only if only'"

I hate you.

#80: Circling Vultures

"What are we waiting for?"
"Where waiting to attack. Waiting for it all to come falling down. Waiting for the end of it all."

It seems clear: your wait is over.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder... or colder.

#79: Absoulte Freedom

Captivation;
How mentally captivating. It's frustrating in that puzzle solving way and just as addicting. Such unfamiliarly steady ground it evokes such curiosity. Guilty pleasure? No, there's no guilt.
I think that is the ultimate freedom; freedom from guilt. But if one feels freedom from said guilt in the midst of a guilt-soaked situation, does it mean he is inhuman? Is the situation even guilt-soaked? What's going on your side of the fence? so so so many questions... howveryinteresting
It's as though rules of the game have been changed: now it's okay to reveal your cards, you're free from sagacity.

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