Where will i go when i die?I believe i will cease to existNo memory to liveNo body to to breatheI will go nowhereYou can believe what you wantThat i will go burn or flyThat i will be born againYou could tell me you cant go nowhereAnd i will nod my headYou could tell me to change my answerAnd i would say reincarnation i guessHowever, i will addSleep is mini deathNo certainly you will wake upBut are you afraid of sleep? No of course not
Tied togetherDestiny despite every choiceBurned togetherFire eternal saw all potentialMarked togetherThrough every kiss and every bruiseFatedIn the ashes was our love
What is a Female?What is a Mother?A female:Tight waist Luscious lips Big hairBig butt your a slutNever enough Never EnoughFemales are like a cracked mirrorA once clear image now with split personalityActing too old being to youngBroken skin soiled surfaceNo fine line between the great facadeA mother:Too young Too old Too aloneBreast got you pressedToo much Too muchmothers are marionettes made to be mutilated
Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catchOne of her feather'd creatures broke away,Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatchIn pursuit of the thing she would have stay;Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,Cries to catch her whose busy care is bentTo follow that which flies before her face,Not prizing her poor infant's discontent;So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind;But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind;So will I pray that thou mayst have thy 'Will,'
One Life of so much Consequence!Yet I -- for it -- would pay --My Soul's entire income --In ceaseless -- salary --One Pearl -- to me -- so signal --That I would instant dive --Although -- I knew -- to take it --Would cost me -- just a life!The Sea is full -- I know it!That -- does not blur my Gem!It burns -- distinct from all the row --Intact -- in Diadem!The life is thick -- I know it!Yet -- not so dense a crowd --But Monarchs -- are perceptible --Far down the dustiest Road!
Eph. What Friendship is, ARDELIA shew.Ard. 'Tis to love, as I love You.Eph. This Account, so short (tho' kind)Suits not my enquiring Mind.Therefore farther now repeat;What is Friendship when complete?Ard. 'Tis to share all Joy and Grief;'Tis to lend all due ReliefFrom the Tongue, the Heart, the Hand;'Tis to mortgage House and Land;For a Friend be sold a Slave;'Tis to die upon a Grave,If a Friend therein do lie.Eph. This indeed, tho' carry'd high,This, tho' more than e'er was doneUnderneath the rolling Sun,