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Sorry, I will be off again for some time, my father died.

Maybe I come back later, I hope for you a good life.

I'm so sorry Jorian... :)

"A little inaccuracy sometimes saves a ton of explanation."
-H. H. Munro

 

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I'm sorry, I truly am. :lol:

 

Take care of yourself, and those around you who will surely need you there for them.

I had thought that some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, for they imitated humanity so abominably. - Book of Counted Sorrows

 

'Cause I won't know the man that kills me

and I don't know these men I kill

but we all wind up on the same side

'cause ain't none of us doin' god's will.

- Everlast

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You have my condolences.

"Some men see things as they are and say why?"
"I dream things that never were and say why not?"
- George Bernard Shaw

"Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man."
- Friedrich Nietzsche

 

"The amount of energy necessary to refute bull**** is an order of magnitude bigger than to produce it."

- Some guy 

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Heh. I find it nice that despite our constant bickering, arguing, debating and insulting, when someone really needs a few kind words, all of us members are there to offer them our condolences. What's my point? 'Don't really have one. I just find it...good.

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Seriously, only like, three people can touch my body

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DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,

For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,

Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,

Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,

Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.

Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,

And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,

And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;

One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,

And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

 

John Donne

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