

Expression and Inner-Being Violence and discourse is what currently comprises the majority of human existence, and especially western civilization. This statement is irrefutable and proof of this is exhibited by the work of Derrida in "Violence and Metaphysics". In fact, the source of many of our current philosophical/socio-political problems arises from this problem of violence and discord of human existence. Unfortunately, when one reaches the end of his writings, he does not leave us a solution to this problem. Now, current philosophic debate of the modern 21st century focuses on the concept oExpression and Inner-Being


Butter vs. BloodGyrate the substitute Americas’ a prostitute selling spoils `n stars live corruption `n war;Butter vs. Blood
Burning blood better than burning butter smelling sulfur stains memory of another;
From date to rape and trade to war evil intentions cursed forevermore;


Of Virtuous HumanityFlight flight midday light instant night forever bright the laughing scene so serene incess`ntly instigatingOf Virtuous Humanity
its necessity sirens screech instants breech the day hath come now gone to none;
Miriam the myriad with locks of pure what is it you are looking for Israel and Ireland the war be won
pious pointing looses everyone incense desens- -itize the lies removes the ties
and suits despised
corporate might
from which to flight to virgin lore of peace and more Forever f


Just a tought.I closed my eyes tight, and I memorized every detail. The breeze was fan-sent; it felt empty. Our room was dimly lit, and the reflections on the wall danced as I climbed into bed. The sheets were warm and our feet: cold.Just a tought.
They acted like magnets and sent goosebumps up my spine. It started with our fingers; they got tangled and held tight. the rest of our body did what it knew best and followed suit. My hair was damp. It stuck to my neck and you moved it away. I closed my eyes as felt my breath drift to your cheek. I memorized every detail. I wasn't going to forget.
I'll wake u


TruthAs the most recent millennia had passed, mankind was in a new type of turmoil never before felt with such veracity. The spirit of the age, a three headed beast stuffed with the shadows of humanity, was eating the free will of all who stood in its path. This monster had one head of Freud, one of Darwin, and one of Marx, the body was a shadow, compiling all sorts of beliefs into a cosmopolitan shade of gray without cognition or choice.Truth
Although this beast fed upon the lives of mankind, there are some tastes unsuitable even for its palate. Imagination, those who thought outside the media, those who still discussed things they tho
Chasing The Sun
I'd thought I'd leave you a comment in this extremely fleeting moment to let you know that i really do miss our conversations, as rare and few inbetween they were.
Be on aim more, ok?
Anyways. Take care. As soon as things aren't... the way they are, i'll be around more to focus on arts and stuffs.
your friend,
♥em
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"My dear fellow, who will let you?"
"That's not the point. The point is, who will stop me?"
~Ayn Rand
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