05-24-2004, 02:03 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Illusionary
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Chilled Inferno
chilled inferno
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Scorched by life my fire is swollen by engulfing yours tasting wisps of furious blue sampling white heat by the gale licking such reds as your friction can deal pregnant flame, seeded by your furnace embers only remain,where once your blaze was banked you sooth my lungs such is your chilled inferno
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha |
05-25-2004, 11:56 AM | #2 (permalink) |
Thats MR. Muffin Face now
Location: Everywhere work sends me
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I think Tilted Lit. needs more readers.. This went this long without someone commenting? I loved it. Loved!
thank you
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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?" -- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death |
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