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When it comes to matters monetarily aligned, I find myself constantly befuddled. I am forever thankful for my wife, who is entirely superior in the field. I have astounded her (and not in the good way) time and time again with the deposits and investments I make on young talent and comedic prospects alike!
Remember, a storm‑tossed hour does not betray the sunrise; a mis‑step in the daylight is only a ripple on the pond, not the drowning of its whole expanse. Consider the flower, with its face alight with countless crowns. When a single petal sighs away, does the flower wilt? No, its heart still beats, its pollen still beckons, its colours still bloom. Only the hand that yanks the stem from earth, that flings the whole flower into oblivion, writes ruin upon its own breath. You do not need to be that hand. Let the wayward petal drift, twirl, and settle where it may. There are infinite petals in the garden of tomorrow, each waiting to unfurl under a kinder sky. So do not snap yourself to the sharp edge of one flaw, let it fall, and trust the garden you will grow. #poetrybyme
Let those who harbour hatred within their hearts continue in it, if they must. Do we cast hatred upon a rabid barkbeast, one stricken by affliction beyond its own choosing? No. We do not hate it. We behold it with sorrow. We recognise the sickness that has taken hold, made evident in its actions, in its thoughts, in the very way it moves through the world. Yet even the beast, in its frenzy, bears some dim awareness that it is unwell. These trolls however, wander in a deeper blindness. They do not see the sickness that grips them. They do not know the rot that guides their words and deeds. And so we shall extend our hand once more. For it is not malice alone that binds them, but ignorance and it is that ignorance which refuses their healing.
I have my reservations about endorsing a place that stratifies people according to the hue of their blood. But the prospect of fronting under anonymity remains a rare improvement not afforded to me before. Though the world has not undergone any major transformation since I was alive, subtle shifts have nonetheless taken place. I cannot blame the children in the way in which their hands have been tied to carry the burden of a planet alone. I take this solely with the one who calls herself Queen of them.
Trolls sometimes ask me how I can purport to love and care for even the most violent of the Empire's enforcers, and to that I say; How can I not? To love only those that love you is folly, for even a selfish and hateful person can do that. To do good to only those that do good to you is all too simple. Life is complex, and so too is my love for it and all its children.
on fish tv i bet they watch eel or no eel as hosted by howie mackrel.
current mood: rich as fuck
...red velvet is also my favorite. but coming close second is brownie-batter cookies.
-- I Loooove Napoleons, Such A Wonderful Pastry!!
brownies are nice! not crazy about pastries but im learning to like them a little more.