One of my earliest memories is of when I first poured for myself a glass of milk. I don't remember exactly how old I was, but until that point, one of my parents had always done it for me. However, they had stepped out for a moment, and I was in the mood for a drink. I lifted the jug up onto the counter and fetched a glass, and at that point inspiration struck.
What would happen if I kept pouring? I had trusted my all-knowing parents without question my entire life, at least up until that fateful day, when I had an idea that was truly my own. I was going to infinity.
I raised the jug and poured, and within moments I was testing my grand ide
Some stories are like fairy tales; a hero and his damsel in distress defeat the evil villain and slay his dragon. Some stories are just the opposite. The once-glorious hero turns on everyone whom he knows and loves, destroying everything in his quest for power. This story is neither here nor there. This story does not lie in-between, or even in the same plane. For you see, this is not just any story, it is many. There is never really just the single story; haven't you ever wondered the fate of the old wizard who taught the young hero, or where he came from? What of his princess, surely she had a life outside of being kidnapped. You see, this
All the world around us, is it really what is seems?
Utopia day after day, the old recurring themes
Rose-tinted glasses over our eyes, since the day we're born
Then one day they're taken, seeing the truth we're torn
Devestated, we start anew, learning everything again
Despite the darkness inside of us, we still try not to sin
Life is Hell for the longest time, every break a gleam
Trying to wake from the nightmare, or at least go back to the dream
Those that manage to return, never happy are they
Nostalgia blinded them, for their foolishness they pay
Those that stay, in a permanent fog is their head
For most this state will stay wit
One of my earliest memories is of when I first poured for myself a glass of milk. I don't remember exactly how old I was, but until that point, one of my parents had always done it for me. However, they had stepped out for a moment, and I was in the mood for a drink. I lifted the jug up onto the counter and fetched a glass, and at that point inspiration struck.
What would happen if I kept pouring? I had trusted my all-knowing parents without question my entire life, at least up until that fateful day, when I had an idea that was truly my own. I was going to infinity.
I raised the jug and poured, and within moments I was testing my grand ide
Some stories are like fairy tales; a hero and his damsel in distress defeat the evil villain and slay his dragon. Some stories are just the opposite. The once-glorious hero turns on everyone whom he knows and loves, destroying everything in his quest for power. This story is neither here nor there. This story does not lie in-between, or even in the same plane. For you see, this is not just any story, it is many. There is never really just the single story; haven't you ever wondered the fate of the old wizard who taught the young hero, or where he came from? What of his princess, surely she had a life outside of being kidnapped. You see, this
All the world around us, is it really what is seems?
Utopia day after day, the old recurring themes
Rose-tinted glasses over our eyes, since the day we're born
Then one day they're taken, seeing the truth we're torn
Devestated, we start anew, learning everything again
Despite the darkness inside of us, we still try not to sin
Life is Hell for the longest time, every break a gleam
Trying to wake from the nightmare, or at least go back to the dream
Those that manage to return, never happy are they
Nostalgia blinded them, for their foolishness they pay
Those that stay, in a permanent fog is their head
For most this state will stay wit
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It's been about ten months since I was tagged, but let's do this shit.
~sonicshadow1 (https://www.deviantart.com/sonicshadow1) has cruely brought the plague of tag upon me, so let's get this over with.
Teh roolz
1. You must post these rules (very, VERY Important )
2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create ten new
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3. You have to choose however many people you fuckin' want to tag and post their icons on your journal.
4. Go to their pages and tell them you have tagged her/him.
5. No tag backs!
6. No crap in the tagging section about "you are tagged if you're reading this."
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It's been about ten months since I was tagged, but let's do this shit.
~sonicshadow1 (https://www.deviantart.com/sonicshadow1) has cruely brought the plague of tag upon me, so let's get this over with.
Teh roolz
1. You must post these rules (very, VERY Important )
2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create ten new
questions for the people you tag to answer.
3. You have to choose however many people you fuckin' want to tag and post their icons on your journal.
4. Go to their pages and tell them you have tagged her/him.
5. No tag backs!
6. No crap in the tagging section about "you are tagged if you're reading this."
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