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AnonymousAll life is sacred.
How was your day Lyra?
AnonymousAlright, I guess.
Was kinda hoping something would happen, but it didn’t, and I have work for the rest of the week.
My motivation's straight garbagetown lately, so I wanted to know what you do when you're feeling like crap and unmotivated
Well, honestly I usually don’t do anything productive. Play video games, watch television, things like that. Or if I do something, it’s short and simple like the last thing I posted.
I’m sitting on like ten requests that I need to get off my lazy rear and do. Plus I’m still trying to do all the Contra tracks. Plus I’m working on a boss track from Chrono Trigger.
Sorry. I’m not really the best one to ask.
I read a cartoonists’ comment once that he just muscles through it until something good comes out.
Here’s a few more by Grave Digger!
How do you feel about Thrash Metal?
Man Against Machine (There’s some progression on this one)
Lyra, you give me courage. You don't have to say some awe inspiring thing. You are just my friend. That's all the courage I need.
Alright, then.
Stay safe, Strawberry.
You guess? Well, I want a confirmed answer. Are you okay? I really hope you are, friend.
AnonymousI’m okay.
Still traveling on Fatalis, the dragon's back. We're heading towards this mausoleum temple that was built a long time ago. I have to go there to the hallowed grounds cause... well... you'll see when I get back. I'm a bit cold, but that's bound to happen when your travelling high speeds.
Well, good luck, whatever you’re doing.
Hold the pone. I’m a bit better than before. What's wrong??
AnonymousThere’s a separation between this website and my personal life. Things started to spill over a little.
It’s fine now, I guess.
ibsosorry submitted:
Heart of Evil
I had dreams of the queen wonders that lived inside the hearts of love and silent treatments of all the elderly that I knew were once whole. I seek the revelations of all that the holy told to the unwise in the dreams of cold embers in sunlight that fade across lakes of black blood and snakes that eat the loaves of children from lamb trees in autumn. Endless suffering is the woe of ignorant men who never lack to seek the depth of their own hearts and only see the wealth of a poor world suffering to flay its own back in knife wounds of silver and brutal gladness. The nightmare is a dream to the nameless slug that wanders across minefield and the remains of deer and kings. Nightshade is shadows in all honest blinks that sort through the bile of newborn plagues, instant warmth is a mother’s milk in dreams before anything was ever evil. In seconds the sun is beating like drums in all hearts eat the ear of noise. The sensual violence of lust is all the assurance you will ever need to know the worth of life.
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And to think, Nightmare Night was two weeks ago!
Okay. Any reason for that?
anon-pony submitted:
Thought of this song when reading about the guard…
I certainly wish I could do something worth living for.
