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“Most sane human beings who have managed to attain and retain fame each uses it to dramatically increase their name’s chances of being remembered until Jesus comes back, since their heart cannot do what they consciously or unconsciously lust for, that is to say, for it to beat until Jesus returns.”

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Book:The Use and Misuse of Children
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“On the late afternoon streets, everyone hurries along, going about their own business. Who is the person walking in front of you on the rain-drenched sidewalk? He is covered with an umbrella, and all you can see is a dark coat and the shoes striking the puddles. And yet this person is the hero of his own life story. He is the love of someone’s life. And what he can do may change the world. Imagine being him for a moment. And then continue on your own way.”

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Book:The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
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“Take a look around the internet. The ditches into which all evil is eventually swept. People hide their faces and type away without a care, no self-awareness for how their words will be picked up by others, forming a chain. When human beings can cover their faces and hide behind a shield of goodness, they release their aggression without hesitation. Not even realizing their aggressiveness for what it is.”

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Book:My Annihilation
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“Welcome to Book-a-holic Anonymous. Hi, I'm Jazz and I am addicted to the written word. I love the smell of the blackest ink sliding across texture paper. My eyes squint against the loss of time within the pages of story. I don't think there's a cure for my compulsion to lose myself within life and times of those characters bound between the covers.”

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Author:Jazz Feylynn
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“Here's the difference between knowledge and wisdom, if I told you to go grab a big bag of knowledge and bring it back to me you would find it will contain some truth and a lot of untruths. But if I told you to go grab me a big bag of wisdom and bring it back to me you would find that it's full of nothing but the truth. Knowledge does not require truth, but wisdom is always universally true. When you gain wisdom, you get a sense that you've truly only learned something that you already knew was true. This is why...Knowledge is of the past, Wisdom is of the future. We find Tribal Existence when we Seek wisdom, not knowledge. Our collective wisdom is an antidote to a society gone mad, Rules often fail us, and incentives often backfire, But our collective wisdom can and will help rebuild our mad world.”

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Author:AnonymousXgHOST
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“Human beings can't be "illegal" There's no such thing as an illegal human being. Human Beings can do illegal things but they can't be illegal themselves, that's a racist term that you're promoting. So when you like to think that you're not a racist person this is why you are regardless of what you think. We are not our perceptions of what we think we are, we are the realities of what we do and say, never forget that.”

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Author:Anonymous @AnonymousLyWise
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“Whether the future is wonderful or terrible is, in part, up to us.” “But just as the world does not stop at our doorstep or our country’s borders, neither does it stop with our generation, or the next.” ― William MacAskill, What We Owe the Future But, If we are to be responsible for the future then how could we not be responsible for our own past? Accepting historical truths has nothing to do with "personal responsibility" but historical responsibility is definitely a thing we must accept to even have a future that isn't doomed to repeat its horrid past...”

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Author:AnonymousXgHOST
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“How doth the city sit solitary that was full of people, and that the steeples and minarets canopied, and that the stone saints guarded where the flute was heard in the dawn-light and the cradle song lowed at dusk, and the marketplace full of made things, the first fruits bending the tables and the pledges and signatures of honor, honored—how is she become tributary and her people bounded by gates. She weepeth sore in the night and the tears are on her cheeks; her face is shrouded in fear and all her beauty is departed. The guilds and the clans are gone, gone the pity of the nurses and teachers. The scavenger dogs roam the fallow gardens and run without strength before their pursuers. How the walls are stained with a brother's blood and the night brings sickness to the longing.”

AnonymousLamentationsSusan Stewart
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“The scribes have cast the blame upon a woman, writing her filthiness is in her skirts and the elders have gathered in judgement under plane trees, and the virgin is trodden as in a wine-press, (how the crowd cries out against the menstruous woman, and the handmaiden, and the crone, and they are hooded with the cloud of anger and pulled into the waiting wagons) And the mothers of the warriors are crowned with laurel and the fathers of the singers are shamed in the square and the signs are marked upon the doorposts and the scaffolding built at the edge of the fairground. Who will teach the stitches and patterns? And who will remember the spells of the clover? And who will know the harmonies of number, the names and accounts of the stars? What thing shall I take to witness for thee? What thing shall I liken unto thee?”

AnonymousLamentationsSusan Stewart
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“I have been brought into darkness surely against me he has turned he hath set me in dark places he hath hedged me about that I cannot get out he hath made my chain heavy he hath closed my ways with stone he was like a bear lying in wait he hath pulled me to pieces and made me desolate that I cannot get out he hath filled my teeth with dust and covered me with ashes I cried out to my rescuers and they did not hear me, I turned away, and still I was hedged about, the daylight was taken and the blanket was taken and the rope and all my childish things, I cried out with my throat and my in-my-heart and my Lord's Prayer and my now I lay me down to sleep, and my health and my hands, and my show me myself and my secrets-and-all-my-sins forgiven and I counted the ones I knew and the ones I dreamed and I measured the shadow cast by the mirror, but the sun was remote and cold to me. I turned away, and still I was hedged about and anointed in fire and ashes. I saw the blue sheen of the world through the darkness, and the crust, and the stain of another, I touched my hair to my mouth, and my arms to my legs, and my mouth to my knee. I smelled the animal sweetness and the dampness of leaves beyond the wall; I heard the murmurs of my mothers and my brother, alone in his whimpering, and I heard the strangers whisper. But when I cried they did not hear me, and when I sang they did not know my song, and when I spoke, they did not acknowledge me, and when I left they did not seek me out along the cisterns and streets of the city. Mercy is new in the morning they said, and our god will not stand for such suffering—oh god of mercy and golden light.”

AnonymousLamentationsSusan Stewart
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“In the lingering moments before you die your body releases DMT. The same drug that makes you dream. The same drug found in every living animal. It's not an evolutionary trick to make you survive. Your body is choosing to release this drug now because it believes your fate is too grim for you to comprehend. So you dream. You dream that everything will be fine. You dream that nothing happened at all. It's in this moment that your body sits across from you. It tells you 'looks like we're not gonna make it this time.' You sit around a fire and recollect the past before soon parting ways back to the atomic ether. Your body does this because it loves you. You have never met anyone like your body. Your body has been with you everyday, good and bad. It's even kept a journal of your life carved in scars. Your eyelashes always wiped the tears from your eyes.”

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Author:Anonymous
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