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songWhat do you want from me? A fuckin' apology? Well I don't flow like that, you see it's none of your business; you really should care less about this whole fruitless life that I hate. So you best stay away, I don't want you around.song
I can't stand your sound, it's fuckin' too loud, and it's ringin' in my head when I sleep in my bed
And I can't stand it Go Away I can't stand it Go away
My candle is lit Take me away And my candle is lit Take me away
I don't owe you a thing,
give me back my


My Religion, My EnlightenmentI worked hard on my computer that night. It was late, and I had a college paper due in the morning. I was losing my stamina as I leaned back in my rickety wooden chair, stretching my back and my arms, yawning deeply. I had to try and find a way to keep myself awake to finish this paper.My Religion, My Enlightenment
I happened to spy upon my old pocket knife. Ah, the trusty pocket knife, I thought to myself.
I've done a lot with this little thing. It comes in handy in the least expected times. I've helped a lot of friends with this thing... what friends... I don't have any friends.


The Preface“One must tread softly here, for one is treading on men's dreams.” Wilfred Cantwell Smith wrote this concerning religious studies in his book, The Meaning and End of Religion. Here I come, a nineteen year old teenager from Western civilization intent on reforming the old and creating anew. Obviously, this arrogance perfectly illustrates what Smith wanted to avoid; unfortunately, teenage hormones combined with life-changing events, uncertainty, and college courses spurring the mind into action result in such cataclysmic events.The Preface
It must be known that, in the following writings, every de
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Well, I guess I started out drawing realism among other things, because I've been drawing for most of my life. And something that's always struck me is that, no matter how in proportion someone's legs are, they always look too short in person. Even in games like Soul Calibur, they look stunted.
And I did start out drawing in proper proportions generally... But now I prefer the longer legs. Aside from they always look so much sexier than normal legs (and you know I'm no big fan of realism aside from that
But it's just... my thing.
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