Cannot exist distinct from rage
Or age
Our
Rag
Gear; cage; rouge
Meant to spurn directed thought
And to tumble from quick edges
That which I am, from I am not
Will rise as their blood falls
What following a dissonance
Discernible come calls
To feel like I belong somewhere together we will burn
That shame will not be found among wreckage from which I learn
That I’m flammable as well, and that together we can burn
That the moments toiling tired lost with every world turn
Lessen onward til some judgments day when Jesus will return
And to extent our knowledge sufferings be rule adjourn
These, our waking days, where all we know is our concern.
Words about courage/. The courage to never backspace even
when you have terrible terrible typos and grammar mistakes. You just keep it
going t. You go wit h the dlow. I’m sure something good will come of this if I
just keep writing and writing. Never look back at the horrible mistakes you’ve
made. Block out the possible blunders in the future. There’s nothing btu here
and now. If you live life moment to momenttthn. Whoopslol. A If the compass
points nNorth but it keeps slipping from your hand, you’ve got a slippery
compass.? We need a new paragraph…
Earlier
today I played Shrek Operation™. It was hilarious. It was regular operation
except it was shrek.I’M NEVER GOING TO FUCKING CANDADADADADADADApreston is a
dumb name. dot do tdotcom banananananananananananananananananananananananana
BATMAN. I’m sorry for the interruption everybody, my last coup-few sentences
have been influcencesd by some people maybe or maybe not. Did I just say coup?
Like a coup de tat or coup de grace? Or a mini cooper. Yeah, a mini cooper. New
paragraphizzle in the hizzle.
Okay
what are we writing about? Oh, courage. Courage is a thing where you want the
last cookie but the cookie jar is hanging off the highest branch of a bear-infested
tree. That’s right BEAR INFESTED. And I don’t kmean nice picanick basket stealing bears. Mean
nasty bears that will write hurtful things about you on the internet and other
things that are mean. Then you climb that tree and beat ythose bears and face
your fears anmd get the cookie and everything is great. But then another cookie
jar catches your eye. Hanging in the air . But the air is INFESTED WITH BEES.
And THE BEES HAVE TINY BEARS FOR HEADS. AND THE TINY BEAR HEADS HAVE SHARKS FOR
TEETH. AND THE SMALLER YOU GO THE MORE ANIMALS ARE SHOWING THEIR TRUE COLORS
AND FLYING THEIR FLAGS. So you reach down inside. Deep insdei past the fear and
the *something* to get the courage to fashion a hangglider out of the corpses
of the mean bears. You jump off, plummeting upwarsd towards your prize a. As
you draw ever closer, you can feel your mouth watering. The
beebearsharketcetc’s attack you, gnawing at your flesh. You and the hang glider
are gone in seconds in a wild display of sheer destruction. You’re gone. Nothing
but your legacy remains. Courage.
THEGRANDEMPEROR
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