bicycle. I could have dreamt of something entirely more pleasant—more realistic and vivid—than that of a vision, to see a friend lying before me; his body is sliced in half, slivered at his waist, with no blood pouring from the obviously open wound. By reaching down and feeling without a sense of sight the warmth of his oozing accident (accident delivered kindly by the own regret of safety, first!), I foretold his future. "Jeremy," I softly spoke, "How did you do this?" The bicycle he wrecked was still in tact. It rested on the cement steps no far from my impalpable location. It really did not surprise me when all I could distinguish from his
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everything has beauty
but not everyone can see it...
-Confucius
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me and my friends epic fail... [link]
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The real trouble with reality is that there's no background music.
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What do Angels dream of?
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Abortion is wrong and evil…
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Superman
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I just can’t keep living this way
So starting today, I’m breaking out of this cage
I’m standing up, Imma face my demons
I’m manning up, Imma hold my ground
I’ve had enough, now I’m so fed up
Time to put my life back together right now
-Marshal Mathers
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Golson