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you know about the voices that speaks in your head?i listen to them somtimes. most of the times. sometimes they tell me good things. sometimes they make me wish for bad things. |
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I'm a P driver
We should have the freedom to choose between the plague or the cholera Freedom is over rated, and peace does not guarantee a better life. But everybody's fighting for them because it's human right to choose between heaven or hell. There's no wrong in dying for what you believe in. Ridicule me if you will, but by the time the fat lady has finished her song, no mortal has the right to judge me. So fuck me sideways and whisper to me that the soul doesn't exist. Tell me that you don't fear repercussions from the unknown. I'm no judge, sir, and the jury is long dead. Morality and civilisation is an illusion. Who's the judge to separate man from animal? Put your faith in desire, in yourself, or whatever you will. It doesn't matter to me. That's my freedom. P.S: I want a Radley handbag. And I hope to God the neighbour doesn't realise that I scratched his car. What can I say, I'm a P driver! *is shot* Labels: rants |