Masiah
Loves the STFU Policy
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<p>Once there was a lonely man with a grey life, which had nothing better to do than waste his time in something he once called knowledge. He needed his mind as he needed the cool air he breathed in the cold winter nights he spent in the streets, walking, wondering, doubting, knowing, forgetting and asking once again, vicious circle of endless pain and pleasure alike. He was as pure as the freshly fallen snow, as clear as the water of a young river, as chill as the autumn breeze that lovingly caressed his face when he smiled at the skies and kissed the earths, as he was the predilect son, he was the chosen one, the unscarred by mundane wounds, no dark thought, no poisoned word could ever touch him. And so, he lived a peaceful life. Still, he was too perfect for nature to allow his essence to remain untouched, carnal dreams and longings infected his mind, his soul, his body, and he was brutally pulled out from the sanctuary reserved only for those whom chose to know, abandoning their desires. He had had fallen; he had fallen onto the world: he was at last in the real world, the world where he was not alone, where he was... not the one. Astonished with this new brand new universe, unknown and unthinked by him or his kind, he explored the paths of the secret, the paths of pleasure, the paths of... sin. Absorbed and fascinated as a young child with a new toy, the new born man looked around, and felt, once again, lost, lost as he had been when he discovered he was the one, the yet-to-be god of a universe he had already forgotten. Many guides appeared in his way, offering to show him alternate points of view, new mysteries to solve, pulling him away from the path he had chosen; some came in groups, others alone, but still, all seemed to be for him and only for him. </p>
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<p> It's unfinished, as soon as I get inspired again I'll put and end to it.
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<p>Once there was a lonely man with a grey life, which had nothing better to do than waste his time in something he once called knowledge. He needed his mind as he needed the cool air he breathed in the cold winter nights he spent in the streets, walking, wondering, doubting, knowing, forgetting and asking once again, vicious circle of endless pain and pleasure alike. He was as pure as the freshly fallen snow, as clear as the water of a young river, as chill as the autumn breeze that lovingly caressed his face when he smiled at the skies and kissed the earths, as he was the predilect son, he was the chosen one, the unscarred by mundane wounds, no dark thought, no poisoned word could ever touch him. And so, he lived a peaceful life. Still, he was too perfect for nature to allow his essence to remain untouched, carnal dreams and longings infected his mind, his soul, his body, and he was brutally pulled out from the sanctuary reserved only for those whom chose to know, abandoning their desires. He had had fallen; he had fallen onto the world: he was at last in the real world, the world where he was not alone, where he was... not the one. Astonished with this new brand new universe, unknown and unthinked by him or his kind, he explored the paths of the secret, the paths of pleasure, the paths of... sin. Absorbed and fascinated as a young child with a new toy, the new born man looked around, and felt, once again, lost, lost as he had been when he discovered he was the one, the yet-to-be god of a universe he had already forgotten. Many guides appeared in his way, offering to show him alternate points of view, new mysteries to solve, pulling him away from the path he had chosen; some came in groups, others alone, but still, all seemed to be for him and only for him. </p>
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<p> It's unfinished, as soon as I get inspired again I'll put and end to it.
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