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The little people...
Ichben
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Hello dear reader, I want to apologize for my recent and past behavior. For those of you who are not familiar with my work. I wish you well and hope you will not come to hate me. For those who see my name and are instantly filled with anger and rage, I want to put you at ease. I want to squelch your anger of me so we can co-exist in a friendly and peaceful manner.
My friends believe it or not I do not wish to spread anger within this contested and hostile land. I take great pride in expressing myself in a deep and personal manner. I use my words to talk about my problems, my thoughts, and my fears to express myself with good intentions. Hoping upon hope my actions will help me as well as others who feel the same way. I am talking about those others who are either too bashful to put their hearts in the open for all to hear or simply do not know how to say the things burning in their hearts, in a way that quenches their thirst.
I am a spokesman for the little people in the world. I speak for those poor souls who feel small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things. The poor souls who work so hard and so long to be a better person and yet, in the end, when it is all said and done, they end up a day late and a dollar short, always being the last person to finish the test. And always being the last person to play the game. A game that person already knows and feels he has lost so why play?
My friends, my darling children, I ask you is that the way these poor souls should live their lives? Never being quite good enough for society to accept them? Why cant we as a community discuss deep issues such as these? What is the fear holding us back from reaching into the depths of such topics? Is it the boogieman? Is it the man with no face? Or is it the man in the black suite, with his black shoes and his black glasses waiting to surprise you with the unexpected and the unknown?
In my last post I admitted my fear of death or of the unknown.. I do not know what death is or what it will do to a person once you are on the other side and into the clearing. But yet at times it seems and feels so beautiful and enticing when looking at the world we live in today. A world full of fire and flames. A world full of conflict and controversy. But in the end, when it is all said and done, I choose to live life. I choose to take on the big bad world with my own two fists hoping I will come out on top.
What I have learned from my struggles is the world is merciless, it takes no prisoners. It is especially harsh on the little people, the little soldiers who march on day and night hoping to overcome the odds, hoping to beat the big bad world at its own game. Sometimes I do not know if I am going to rise or fall, sink or swim, or yell in victory or slump in defeat. So this is why I do what I do. I try too push the boundaries of our thoughts and our fears in an effort to bring about a form of enlightenment to challenge society and question its ways.
Isnt this supposed to be a place where everything is off limits? Isnt this suppose to be the wild wild west? Arent we all in one form or another gunslingers? Arent we all on one level of the tower or another, protectors of the peace, defenders of the innocent and the small people who have lost their way?
If this is so and if you truly believe this within the deepest depths of your hearts, than I ask why do you question or criticize my intentions? When I reach into the deepest parts of my mind to express the ideas that are burning in my heart and dance in my soul why do you push them away with hate? Why do you stab at my thoughts with your words?
All I want to do is share a small piece of my heart to you kind souls and yet I am labeled as a troll. I am cast down to the lowest of low when all I want to do is bring a change to how we think and how we live our lives! Oh Discordia!!
You know my red daddy mocks my ways. He mocks my belief in searching for the deeper meaning of things if one would just take the time to look and discuss as a community. There are a lot of people in our world like my Crimson father and their hearts are all filled with crimson fire. They make our world so stale and unfulfilling. They make our world so colorless and bland causing the little people to view life as a never-ending cycle of confusion. Forcing them to believe death may be, just maybe the only possible option for freedom.
Through my words and through my passion I try to light a spark and hope that spark turns into a roaring fire, warming the hearts of people from all walks of life.
Sadly I must come to the realization that my days in these territories are numbered. I know any day now I may be banished by the lords above, and be sent west to the badlands of Empathica. And if this is my destiny, than ka will do its job and I will ride the wave of the beam to my fate. Long days and pleasant nights my friends, may your fears be small and your hearts be big.
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Comments
How cute! He actually thinks he's relevant enough for people to form an opinion about him.
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Don't be terrorized! You're more likely to die of a car accident, drowning, fire, or murder! More people die every year from prescription drugs than terrorism LOL!
Any chance of an abridged version?
If you could get that down to 1 or 2 sentences my tiny mind might be able to follow it.
All I can say is:
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So, you're talking about midgets, right?
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Change my mind so much I can't even trust it
My mind change me so much I can't even trust myself
Keep posting. Hope you turn the other cheek if some keep slapping you.
"When a person dies, where does he or she go? Where does his or her soul rest? What does he or she do when it is time to turn off the lights for the last and final time? Is heaven our final destination..." - Ichben Einberliner, 2007, From the Wilderness.
TL;DR
was it about midgets?
Your argument is like a two legged dog with an eating disorder...weak and unbalanced.
Russian midgets cut themselves with green razors in bath tubs while blasting My Chemical Romance, but not deep enough.
This is a sequence of characters intended to produce some profound mental effect, but it has failed.
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Houston, we have lift-off.
"Speaking haygywaygy or some other gibberish with your mum doesn't make you foreign."
-baff
I'm sorry baff, I don't do abridged versions. I'm the kind of person who would rather read the book than watch the movie. And I think you know why.
Now as for your mind. Well, it may be tiny, but the most important in life is having a big heart.
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You're just so friggen weird that I can't help but love you.
Plus you actually write extremely well,
Your argument is like a two legged dog with an eating disorder...weak and unbalanced.
Thank you Draenor. I love ya too man. Now if I can get the other 553,141 members of this site to love me I"ll be one happy camper...my life's work would be complete!! lol
But once again, thank you for your kind words. When I write I write with passion and emotion. I try to lift people's spirits and bring awareness to the issues we all are too insecure to talk about. Through my words I try to tell people its okay to be vulnerable, its okay to be a little strange sometimes. It's our uniqueness and sense of self that adds color to a world that can, at times, be so stale, so depressing and so utterly dreadful.
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We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment;
We are choosing to be here right now -Tool, Parabola
Thank you Draenor. I love ya too man. Now if I can get the other 553,141 members of this site to love me I"ll be one happy camper...my life's work would be complete!! lol
But once again, thank you for your kind words. When I write I write with passion and emotion. I try to lift people's spirits and bring awareness to the issues we all are too insecure to talk about. Through my words I try to tell people its okay to be vulnerable, its okay to be a little strange sometimes. It's our uniqueness and sense of self that adds color to a world that can, at times, be so stale, so depressing and so utterly dreadful.
Elequent is definitely the word.Your argument is like a two legged dog with an eating disorder...weak and unbalanced.
Your argument is like a two legged dog with an eating disorder...weak and unbalanced.
Why do you write long essays only to post on this site?
I agree with Draenor, you write well.
Now, go play in traffic.