Serendipity finally found him deep within his own machinations.
"I didn't expect to find you here."
"I didn't expect to be here, either, but here I am." She motioned for him to follow.
"Where are we going?"
"I'm taking you to see Perspective, for only she can help you find the key."
"What key?"
"To your destiny."

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"I believe in clean breaks.
I keep the old troubles away,
but you're making sure
I was lying when I said,

'I can leave
this behind.'

I need you to ruin me
for this, finally,
'cause it's burying me.

Now, I'm in these old knots.
Each move keeps me locked away.

With each new embrace,
I've tied myself up
more tightly
into you.

Oh, but the more I fight,
and the deeper ( Read more... )

After a certain amount of time, even positive stasis must lead either to dynamism or entropy, preferably the former over the latter; but necessity abounds, regardless. As such necessary changes only seem to be in their beginning stages, at this time I can only say that they are coming, and leaving them to myself defeats their purpose.

All in due

'Tis nice when the unexpected interjects a bit of happiness into one's life... Beautiful, indeed.

"The first time you looked at her curves you were hooked ( Read more... )

So today I attended the funeral of a coworker of mine, something I would never have expected doing a week ago. On Sunday morning, I awoke at a friend's house, still hungover from the previous night with only 4 hours of sleep, to a phone call from my boss to see if I could work, as the individual that was supposed to be there wasn't. Due to my ( Read more... )

this screaming machine ( Read more... )

So we've reached the point of understanding where we didn't want to be. He thought this to himself more and more these days. Chance had proven herself fickle, manipulative, painful. He didn't want that anymore, for too much had been taken away from him already. He tried dating Freedom once, partly because everyone seems to like her and partly ( Read more... )

In the world of busy busy, we attempt to carve our niche. The "beauty" of life is that this never truly happens according to the original intention. In accordance with the great "Murphy", something probabilistically meanders its way into said path. How we deal with such probabilistic circumstance shows us our mettle. Every once in a while, ( Read more... )