throughout the ages, humans have been cultivating and sharpening their hunting skills. today was no different for me as i sharpen my fangs and fine tune my senses and utilize my hunting skills into finding my job. once agen ive received another rejection letter of doom! i howl against the moon expressing such sorrows to another opportunity missed, tho i howl at being rejected, i also howl for the sole reason of maxxxing out potential and bringing such motivation and enthusiasm into a company. no one can ever understand the burden i carry, coz i dont carry any burdens... i carry nothing at all... there is no weight at all in an anti-gravity world, just mass... and an empty cup of hope waiting to be filled because drinking coffee fast ignites the beginning of a complex process where acute phase reaction proteins spark another beginning of unspoken flawless teamwork.
and yet i continue to become dissatisfied at satisfaction. an endless spiral of hope and despair creating such a balance that none exist and an endless calm sets in. could it be satisfaction? the nothingness that is consisted in nothing; could it be the 'lumis eterne' i howl for and reject in hopes of fabricating curtains? everyone seems so satisfied, or maybe its because they struggle for satisfaction... creation of such a cycle was genius. almost seemed flawless, tho the stitching that holds the fabric is always on the inside. we've become quite magnificent at sewing and created such wonderful pieces.
i am the sage jeremy. this is not just a room, but a full house. beautiful. it cannot be empty, its a full house of hopes and dreamszz because thats all we can believe in and i believe it. those who did not seek feel this room is empty and has nothing in it. but does it really. rooms are confined spaces found amany in houses and apartments and other such urban complexes. i want that door closed... i do not wish to see what is beyond it and the light destroys the moons luminescence. no, that's not what i believe because i dont belong here. i could make it the home i've longed to call home, but it isnt just fair. unfortunately im needed by many and my existence needs to fill the space it was meant to. in this room there is no space for me anywhere, and that is why it is a full house. my space is in the hearts of many who love and adore and despise and hate, and that is where i fit into; in the memories of those who wish to remember my face because the eyes just didn't make any sense of how it was suppose to be; in the arms of those i take up in arms; in the room on the bed where i sleep is where i can exist.life is simple, but people make it hard for you. they do not comprehend the fact we only exist to ultimately lose it, and then enter the stage of false belief that a curtain of complications must be in place so we can forget. the birth of sin is that of coming into life, as the bible would say. such ideals are worthless and so we can never speak ill of what we've got. besides, manifestations of immoral thoughts only occur when we succumb to the night. my mind and thoughts and ramblings only exist within fairy tails and storybooks. but then it begins to wonder. and eventually its going to run away and disappear into a wonderland of anti-gravity/timeless/non-existent dreamzxxx. a bittersweet (bittersweet is another of which shall be discussed in the future as it entails a scope of nothing) gesture is one where i rip out the curtains, and close the door. this ends now.
yaaaay i made a load of fake bullshit in 30 mins~! im getting as faster as i would at blogging then i would at spinning around.
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