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11:21 | speed date
forgive me, but i really have to post this. [click on picture to enlarge]
18:14 | padelantohon
if words part from my lips forever, what action, big or small, can make you stop, look back, sigh, and wish that ours is forever? aah, forever, but we never believed in forever, did we? life expectancies may be increasing, but we, as one, decided to set our lifestory's end, not to point that we would live to the end, but to demarcate fantasy from reality. maybe we would really die at forty?
as you are a slave of your passion, i, too, am a slave, but of my reasons. and it is bitter-sweet to accept the mortality of my demi-divinity: that i, of midnight lovers blood, am bounded of what little i know... of you, of me, of this damned century in which we are awakaned. of all the truths and half-truths that was/is continually concocted, publicly or privately, that our lives are intertwined as Lucifer's will forever be with the heavens, on eternal embattlement, yes, but eternal just the same, remain true.
if there is one lesson, of the many that you thought, i will hold dearest, dear, it is that people was, is, and that will-be's is and isn't. it is the is-es and the was-es that define will-be's, and not will-be's per se.
your promise may have been written in tears, light and salty, but it is with a son's honor that i will live to complete my promise to your father's memory [even if i do believe that you do not know anything of such promises between the living and the dead]. may Bathala bless our soles.
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because i live a few paragraphs at a time.
