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Braid Game End Quote<br /><br />
He scrutinized the fall of an apple, the twisting of metal orbs hanging from a thread. Through these clues he would find the Princess, see her face. After an especially fervent night of tinkering, he kneeled behind a bunker in the desert; he held a piece of welder’s glass up to his eyes and waited.<br />
On that moment hung eternity. Time stood still. Space contracted to a pinpoint. It was as though the earth had opened and the skies split. One felt as though he had been privileged to witness the Birth of the World…<br />
Someone near him said: “It worked.”<br />
Someone else said: “Now we are all sons of bitches.”
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So.... I like to paint and draw and travel.<br />
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I'm a night owl. I dig Anime,and Good Film, and stupid comedy and psychological horror.<br />
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Of Course I Love reading and tons of music(Indie Rock, and Indie Rap, Sad Ballads, Neo-folk, Rock, pretty open to anything.)<br />
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I write and maybe I'll post some things when I feel like it. I like to know about people, what makes them tick. Ask me things and maybe I'll share, but maybe you'll wish you hadn't asked.<br />
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“I started talking to the stars in the sky instead.<br />
I said, “Tell me about the big bang.”<br />
The stars said, “It hurts to become.”<br />
-Andrea Gibson<br />
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"They have promised that dreams can come true -<br />
but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams too."<br />
--Oscar Wilde<br />
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“I began to measure things in absence instead of presence.” <br />
--Marya Hornbacher,<br />
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“Hatred is so much closer to love than indifference.” <br />
--Marya Hornbacher<br />
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“And so I went through the looking glass, <br />
stepped into the netherworld, <br />
where up is down and food is greed, <br />
where convex mirrors cover the walls, <br />
where death is honor and flesh is weak. <br />
It is ever so easy to go. <br />
Harder to find your way back.” <br />
--Marya Hornbacher<br />
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“You wake up one morning and there it is, <br />
sitting in an old plaid bathrobe in your kitchen, <br />
unpleasant and unshaved. <br />
You look at it, heart sinking. <br />
Madness is a rotten guest.” <br />
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“I grew into it. It grew into me. It and I blurred at the edges, became one amorphous, seeping, crawling thing.” <br />
--Marya Hornbacher<br />
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