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| 11:30:53 PM | |
Lament #1 Silence is so sweet. The stillness of an unrippled pond, undisturbed by thought or emotion. Shallow waters of tranquility. You think you have something original in you; don't bother. It's not in there, you know? Just a blank slate that does not await the kiss of the word. | |
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| 11:15:49 PM | |
Lament #2 Entropy is the enemy. We live our lives in a deadly struggle against it. Day and night, hour after hour. The slight tendrils of chaos rip through the fabric of our lifes, and we valiantly try to put dams to it. All to no avail. Dust, stealthy agent of our enemy, builds up on our homes. We clean and we clean, but it wins upon us. Entropy is death, is decay, is the rot that eats our bodies away. | |
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| 10:45:54 PM | |
Lament #3 I have tried to make something special of my life for all these years, but now I find myself drifting further and further towards mediocrity. | |
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