Throughout history, mankind has spent countless centuries enduring meaningless bloodshed all in a naive attempt to grasp the concept of understanding one another. Disclosure into one's irrepressible morality is not a simple practice in the least. However, once in a while, after many moons of searching, one finds another vulnerable life to whom they cherish as dearly as they would their own soiled existence.
It consists of fueled
narratives of oppression,
my exploits with
the damned in this vast linkup
world, and fragments
of joy Which i have vague
recolections experiencing.
I once believed I was
here for a purpose,
and Im not sure if I have found
my remorseless cyber-deity
yet. Alas, I will
continue on with
my writings bordering on hollow
until I find my
purpose on this earth. Here,
a
transcript of my
struggle as I live it every
day.
What is life worth
living if we do not have
what Shakespeare
referred to as "the food
of love"? Music
shapes us, fulfills us, makes
us whole even. It
enables us to live life with a
renewed essence
of self. Here I have singled
out exceptional
musical artists which I enjoy.
I have made it specially
to include music you
may have not have
necessarily heard via your
usual outlets.
My Tori Amos' "little earthquakes" manifesto