Illusive Existence

Thursday, 8 November 2012

my husband will tell these story to our grandsons

Me: And as the legend goes he would stomp thunder and lightning from the sky! and he would scream and everyone was in awe of this man. He was a legend and he changed many lives.
Grandson: Wow grandpa! What was his?!
Me: His name my boy, his name was Mitch Lucker.

oh yeah

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R U TALKING TO ME?

Our story began in the heart of a star. We've lost our way, forgotten what we are. We are only particles in motion. Floating through space, what a destructive race. Look at this life as a grain of sand, The blink of an eye, a world in your hands. Thinking, feeling, surviving, believing In what we think is right, refract distorted light. You helped build this fire inside of me. Breathing fire won't burn down the borders, Set against everything that came before us. All those things that you despise, We all see through human eyes. There is no side to choose, bound together, we all win or all lose. Look at this life as a grain of sand, The blink of an eye, a world in your hands. Life is so short. Take a moment to feel alive.

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Thursday, 8 November 2012

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