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About me: I'm tech geek, and Otaku. I'm attending the infamous ITT Technical institute to become a PC technician. When I'm not doing anything for that I'm a partial artist, or hobbyist. <br />
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everything else: <br />
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the third little pig committed suicide, went to hell, became a zombie, and killed everybody on the face of the planet<br />
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lords prayer: Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.<br />
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.<br />
Give us this day our daily bread. <br />
And forgive us our trespasses,<br />
as we forgive those who trespass against us.<br />
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: <br />
For thine is the kingdom,<br />
the power and the glory,<br />
for ever and ever. Amen.<br />
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truest words: " life is not a race, and that it is followed by each step taken. if you skip a step all thats going to do is make you fall.then you have to get back up and keep trying till the end. each time you skip a trial of your life its just going to be another fall. till eventually you won't be able to get up anymore" <br />
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"Do what you can, and nothing more. Do what you want, and nothing less. No fear, no limits. Feel the fear, and overcome. Step into my shadow. " <br />
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"In wicked darkness I retreat, a silent sorrow rots my soul No longer coping with real life, delving into the uncontrolled a voice leads me into a dream attached to the endless void of bright crimson. The light shatters into a darkened heart filled with hate. Surreal and concrete the thought of pure solitude invades my conscious. Locked inside myself Hope lies dead upon the floor, but only ash and piles of dust holes are eaten in my heart, the caustic signs of rust consuming who I wish to be, until all thats left is merely flesh. No heart beat I lay hollow faith crawls from these burning lungs, gasping in despair in hope of rekindling what was once there...." <br />
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" We are all Born Dead. The end exists Before anything begins. If living Is a constant quest for awareness ,The awareness we gain at the end is the real goal. In others words ,death Is the discovery and the complete Understanding of the end. We are not permitted to seek awareness Those that cannot transcend death Will not find awareness in anything. " <br />
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"Must be a lose wire. were do we go from here?<br />
There are countless ingredients that make up the human body, and mind. Like all of the components that make up me, and give me my own personality. Sure I have a face, and a voice to distinguish myself from others. But my thoughts and memories are unique, and carry a sense of destiny. Each of though the things are just a small part of it. This is information for me to use in my own way. All of that blends to create a mixture that forms me, and give rise to my Psyche. I feel confines, and only free to expand myself with in boundaries.<br />
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The world is vast, and infinite. "<br />
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" what am i to you? a rag doll to play with? It seems that a woman's words are taken for granted, and a man would prefer her silence. As I drown in the sea of men not being able to be myself. All i can do is look to the future , hope for the best, and let the mirror reflect what i see"<br />
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Name: Selene saint Claire <br />
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Nicknames: moto , motoko, ayame,siyuri,lithium flower, desert rose, otter, moon,lily,Raven,Shumanitutonka Ob Wachi ,fire ,and moonlight <br />
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Height: between 5'2" and 6'00" <br />
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favorite poem: Spirits of the dead by edger allen poe <br />
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thy soul shall find itself alone <br />
'mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone <br />
not one,of all the crowd,to pry <br />
into thine hour of secrecy: <br />
be scilent in that solitude <br />
which is not lonliness - for then <br />
the spirits of the dead who stood <br />
in life before thee are again <br />
in death around thee - and their will <br />
shall over shadow thee: be still. <br />
The night - tho' clear - shall frown- <br />
and the stars shall look not down, <br />
from their high thrones in the heaven, <br />
with light like hope to mortals given- <br />
but their red orbs,without beam, <br />
to thy weariness shall seem <br />
as a burning ans a fever <br />
which would cling to thee for ever <br />
now are thoughts thou shalt not banish- <br />
now are visions ne'er to vanish- <br />
from thy spirit shall they pass <br />
no more - like dew-drop from the grass <br />
the breeze-the breath of god- is still- <br />
and the mist is upon the hill <br />
shadowy-shadowy- yet unbroken, <br />
is a symbol and a token- <br />
how it hangs upon the trees, <br />
a mystery of mysteries!- <br />
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Favorite poem by T.S. Eliot: <br />
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The Hollow Men<br />
T. S. Eliot<br />
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Mistah Kurtz—he dead.<br />
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A penny for the Old Guy<br />
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We are the hollow men<br />
We are the stuffed men<br />
Leaning together<br />
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!<br />
Our dried voices, when<br />
We whisper together<br />
Are quiet and meaningless<br />
As wind in dry grass<br />
Or rats’ feet over broken glass<br />
In our dry cellar<br />
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Shape without form, shade without colour,<br />
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;<br />
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Those who have crossed<br />
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom<br />
Remember us—if at all—not as lost<br />
Violent souls, but only<br />
As the hollow men<br />
The stuffed men.<br />
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II<br />
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Eyes I dare not meet in dreams<br />
In death’s dream kingdom<br />
These do not appear:<br />
There, the eyes are<br />
Sunlight on a broken column<br />
There, is a tree swinging<br />
And voices are<br />
In the wind’s singing<br />
More distant and more solemn<br />
Than a fading star.<br />
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Let me be no nearer<br />
In death’s dream kingdom<br />
Let me also wear<br />
Such deliberate disguises<br />
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves<br />
In a field<br />
Behaving as the wind behaves<br />
No nearer—<br />
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Not that final meeting<br />
In the twilight kingdom<br />
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III<br />
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This is the dead land<br />
This is cactus land<br />
Here the stone images<br />
Are raised, here they receive<br />
The supplication of a dead man’s hand<br />
Under the twinkle of a fading star.<br />
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Is it like this<br />
In death’s other kingdom<br />
Waking alone<br />
At the hour when we are<br />
Trembling with tenderness<br />
Lips that would kiss<br />
Form prayers to broken stone.<br />
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IV<br />
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The eyes are not here<br />
There are no eyes here<br />
In this valley of dying stars<br />
In this hollow valley<br />
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms<br />
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In this last of meeting places<br />
We grope together<br />
And avoid speech<br />
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river<br />
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Sightless, unless<br />
The eyes reappear<br />
As the perpetual star<br />
Multifoliate rose<br />
Of death’s twilight kingdom<br />
The hope only<br />
Of empty men.<br />
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Here we go round the prickly pear<br />
Prickly pear prickly pear<br />
Here we go round the prickly pear<br />
At five o’clock in the morning.<br />
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Between the idea<br />
And the reality<br />
Between the motion<br />
And the act<br />
Falls the Shadow<br />
For Thine is the Kingdom<br />
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Between the conception<br />
And the creation<br />
Between the emotion<br />
And the response<br />
Falls the Shadow<br />
Life is very long<br />
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Between the desire<br />
And the spasm<br />
Between the potency<br />
And the existence<br />
Between the essence<br />
And the descent<br />
Falls the Shadow<br />
For Thine is the Kingdom<br />
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For Thine is<br />
Life is<br />
For Thine is the<br />
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This is the way the world ends<br />
This is the way the world ends<br />
This is the way the world ends<br />
Not with a bang but a whimper.<br />
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Currently: Listening to Music, and do photography <br />
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Appearance: cheerful and quiet <br />
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favorite colors:blue <br />
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a few bands listened to: listen to my playlist <br />
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Favorite band:none <br />
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Personality: am relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic. I am moderately organized, hard working, and reliable while still remaining flexible, efficient, and fun.I am very reclusive, quiet, unassertive, and secretive. <br />
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trait snapshot: introverted, secretive, reclusive, tough, non social, observer, fearless, solitary, libertarian, detached, does not like to lead, outsider, abides the rules, mind over heart, good at saving money, does not like to stand out, does not make friends easily, self sufficient, not aggressive, likes the unknown, unconcerned with external opinion, strong, abstract, independent, very intellectual, analytical, high self control <br />
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