

Walking HomeI scooped her up. So warm. Black locks cascading over my arms. I walk through the seasons. Eternity comes and goes, Bringing with it her breath, In the quiet, without a word.Walking Home
Surrounded by headstones, an empty hole. I descend, only to return. Without a kiss. Like walking her home.


To begin my Journal... SinTo begin my philosophical writings I'd like to say that there will be no necessary structure; this very endeavor, being in the subject of life, shall takeTo begin my Journal... Sin
its formlessness. With that said, I welcome all comments, even to the point of my comment section becoming the nexus for debates. I have a project already
in mind, but other details and observations shall fall under the same category, my philosophy journal. Life observations are of course open to challenge and
such. Except for Allie (jk)!
I'd like to begin with the classification of human error. &n


the loyal fewTo you who are ragged, To you who are broken, To you with desire... A thirst quenched yet an endless hunger.the loyal few
To you who keep the tired memory of when life began, To you who will not forget the circle that lies incomplete, To you who sit under the hammer... Dying in your own forge to shield weakness of the dearest heart.
To you whose bones are given and can wear no flesh, To you whose name is signed in blood, To you whose nakedness is forsaken... That you must clothe yourself in shadowed shame.
To you who choose death over fear. To you who give y
Y HALO THAR

First TimeFirst timeFirst Time
Penetration... Blood drips silently from a newborn cavity But you hear it clearly, Each dribble like a pulse You're plowing down all walls- All barriers crashing down. Caving on your lungs Blissful suffocation It's too late for remorse Nothing stops you now Bang Bang Bang Gasp; It feels better every time. A madness that enslaves A safer, calmer mind, Injecting pure exhilaration In every taste touch, and
thought. You break your better nature as your laughter follows tears... Your bod


The Problem of EvilHe who does not punish evil commands it to be done. - Leonardo Da VinciThe Problem of Evil
Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is impotent. Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent. Is he both able and willing? Whence then is evil? - Epicurus
This essay will look at one of the arguments against the existence of the Judeo-Christian-Islamic (Abrahamic) concept of a god and the defence offered up against it. Before we start looking at the arguments, it's important to understand what they're addressing, the god in question is not the one described in the details of the Torah, Bible
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"Reach she said for no one else but you
'Cause you won't turn away
When someone else is gone." - "Long Day"
"I am in earnest--I will not equivocate--I will not excuse--I will not retreat a single inch and I will be heard." -- William L. Garrison
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Our job is to describe what we can and to simply live the rest as we are, creatures made of blood, sweat, dirt and, tears. Breathe deep and live, touch all that you can. Dance and sing and write and think and fall and stand and live.
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"Reach she said for no one else but you
'Cause you won't turn away
When someone else is gone." - "Long Day"
"I am in earnest--I will not equivocate--I will not excuse--I will not retreat a single inch and I will be heard." -- William L. Garrison
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Touch it!
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Come to the edge, he said,
They said: We are afraid
Come to the edge, he said.
They came,
He pushed them,
...and they flew.
Guillaume Apollinaire
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Come to the edge, he said,
They said: We are afraid
Come to the edge, he said.
They came,
He pushed them,
...and they flew.
Guillaume Apollinaire
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"Reach she said for no one else but you
'Cause you won't turn away
When someone else is gone." - "Long Day"
"I am in earnest--I will not equivocate--I will not excuse--I will not retreat a single inch and I will be heard." -- William L. Garrison
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Touch it!
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D'oh!
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~ARThropoda
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