

Mr. CynicismStrength is ephemeral for me. My body is strong, surely, but that has been a given since late high-school. What is truly strong is my will; my mind. Or else the barrage of inane freewriting I’ve been dealt today ALONE would send me into a screaming fit. I would run off to my room, take up my knife, click it open and jam it deep into my right eye, praying that I knew enough about anatomy to hit my brain in a vital location. My gravestone would be strong. It would be made of marble, or perhaps granite. And it would have the inscription,Mr. Cynicism
”Hugh Henry Wyatt Born December 24, 1984 Died November 29, 2004 &
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Occam's Razor; the simplest explanation is usually that someone screwed up.
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without sacrifice we cannot gain, without pain we cannot grow...that is the way of the world
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"Hey whats up Homie G!? Everyones saying it in the city these days. So what do you think? Are you down? Is it dope? Or is it just plain whack?"
--Straight Cougar (Scryed)
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This is my sweet dream, the feeling of gentle wind across my face, and I will forever lie in this field; for even if it wilts, I shall know not, for the memory of you will keep the sun shining within my mind...
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DOn't forget to visit me!
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