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wolven7mc chris - [boysdon'tcry]--- What do you stand for? Where is your Proverbial Line? Over what mark shall you not cross, and so on and so forth?
What is important? What matters, to you? What is worth fighting for? Mentally? Physically? To imprisonment or death?
What truly matters?
You can tell me why, if you really want, but for now, I just want to know what.
Corvus Corax - [Veris Dulcis]--- I dreamed of going on a trip through the American South East, with Anthony Bourdain, ending in a house which belonged to a convoluted family that was also my family. This was somewhere in Virginia. Leaving, I rode with crew in a beat up old truck, as I missed the bus, trying to get my shoes on, and say goodbye to my family, without being concrete about when I'd be back.
The ride back, the crew went from attractive strangers to people I kind of knew, and we drove through a deserted DC, at night. (The Cure - [Lovesong]). We stopped at two McDonald's, grafted together by a shared back room. This is when I knew that I was inhabiting a game. World of Warcraft-style, or similar. The fast food joints were ale-houses, way-stations, pubs or inns. Mess Halls. Something was happeneing to the resolution of the game world, and we had to run, quickly, and dive into a pond, to exit our own individual systems, before we were permanently rendered in 8-bit.
Tool - [Lateralis]--- After that, some other stuff happened, involving a teenaged Sephiroth/Sechs conglomeration, watching anime.
That's all I remember. I truly and for really slept worse, last night, than I did the night before last. This is ridiculous.
Food. Coffee. Now.
What is important? What matters, to you? What is worth fighting for? Mentally? Physically? To imprisonment or death?
What truly matters?
You can tell me why, if you really want, but for now, I just want to know what.
Corvus Corax - [Veris Dulcis]--- I dreamed of going on a trip through the American South East, with Anthony Bourdain, ending in a house which belonged to a convoluted family that was also my family. This was somewhere in Virginia. Leaving, I rode with crew in a beat up old truck, as I missed the bus, trying to get my shoes on, and say goodbye to my family, without being concrete about when I'd be back.
The ride back, the crew went from attractive strangers to people I kind of knew, and we drove through a deserted DC, at night. (The Cure - [Lovesong]). We stopped at two McDonald's, grafted together by a shared back room. This is when I knew that I was inhabiting a game. World of Warcraft-style, or similar. The fast food joints were ale-houses, way-stations, pubs or inns. Mess Halls. Something was happeneing to the resolution of the game world, and we had to run, quickly, and dive into a pond, to exit our own individual systems, before we were permanently rendered in 8-bit.
Tool - [Lateralis]--- After that, some other stuff happened, involving a teenaged Sephiroth/Sechs conglomeration, watching anime.
That's all I remember. I truly and for really slept worse, last night, than I did the night before last. This is ridiculous.
Food. Coffee. Now.
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Date: 2008-08-20 03:52 pm (UTC)I respect someone's will to exist as they are, believe as they do, until it infringes on others' in a direct manner. It gets iffy in the department of someone-being-overly-proud of whatever that is, where their fervour might be a giant pain in the ass to others. I haven't figured that out yet.
Also, responsibility. You do something, you fuck up something, you admit it.
That's...about all I have right now.
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Date: 2008-08-20 04:40 pm (UTC)Where is your Proverbial Line? Over what mark shall you not cross, and so on and so forth? The line I wont cross is one that would take the right of someone to be happy. Never to disrespect and demean one so far that they are nothing. Taking a life whether it be physically or mentally and destroying it. If I had my way there are some who have crossed that line with others I hold dear, and I would like to show them what its like. I do believe in justice, irony, and revenge. Who says Im not petty.
What is important? What matters, to you? What is worth fighting for? Mentally? Physically? To imprisonment or death?
I am important to me. Those I care about are important to me. My family is important to me. Living a life that is not a sham or a lie. I would fight for freedom remember what has been said a million times over "Freedom isn't free at all, that it comes with the highest of costs. The cost of blood." I would fight for love, I would fight to save those I cared about. I would fight to keep myself whole. I would fight to keep myself out of a prison of my own making, to make myself whole and well, to be happy. I would fight against the zombie hordes, to keep them from over running the world. And for Pony.
What truly matters?
Never stopping, never giving up, and never letting things drag you down. No matter how bad things have been they can always be worse. (cliché I know) That if you keep trying, and never stop trying to achieve your fullest potential you will be a better person. There is more to this life than pain and suffering. As much of it as we see, there is other emotions and feelings that make us who we are. To quote a movie, "Never Give Up! Never Surrender!"; to quote another: "No retreat, no surrender; that is Spartan law. And by Spartan law we will stand and fight... and die."