...unless You are the Dream, in which case you must do your best to immortalize the neurons creating; work with and in your Sleeping God to keep it alive, so when you Awaken, you do not drift like the mists of the hallucinatory but remain, as real as you can possibly Be.
Also, I hate my religion professor. No single lecturer has made me angrier in my entire life. And ranting about it won't help. But he's too stupid to be teaching what he's teaching. Man wants to talk about philosophy and Kant and can't. I just...
*ahem*
DOMODOMODOMODOMODOMODOMODOMO
domo domo?
domo
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Carpe Diem Ad Muertum
Sieze the day, to the death. There is no potential that shall be passed by, there is no piece of glory to fall by the wayside, there is no soul to left unsaved by the brilliance of language. As writers, we are gods.
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