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nothing gets better.
it just gets older.



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On Tuesday October 30th, 2007, Ainsof (1803) writes:
haha... zum der Tod... how we face death and choose to live in the face of death... how we run headlong towards death and challenge death to smite our deeds or dash our dreams, how we make death our bitch instead of bowing before its immanence... that is what some might consider authentic living... ownership of one's own finiteness and never giving death the benefit of an easy victory... wherein one finds oneself... that is the defining moment for humans: running towards death and laughing at it's morbid waste. well, maybe... it all gets older, but the water still flows the same.


On Tuesday October 30th, 2007, Zen (631) writes:
but does it get clearer?


On Sunday July 10th, 2005, VenomPlease (181) writes:
so true, my friend. But don't let it tear you apart. You're right about the bad things never seeming to get better; they only seem to get older. But that doesn't mean that new things can't come along.



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