Character: Gaius Demetrius Tselest
The soul of man is composed like a mosaic of pieces of glass and colored stones. Thousands of shades and thousands of options for textures. Hardly is repeated at least one.
And every stone is different. His words. Presence. The smell of grass in the day when you first met.
Every person is a lot of stones. And while the person is alive, we add, we change them around. Make mosaic. Every time you get a new...
This is while the person is alive.
After his death, the stones no one else to shuffle. They stay in one place. They are gathering dust. They fade. And the wave of oblivion, of unconsciousness of their shifts, washes, drifting out to sea...
Forever.
Every day, we forget.
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MegaMozg 20-12-2019 / 16:08
Enemies in General need to cherish, not forgetting from time to time to destroy. The enemies will make you a quick and clever man, did not miss any of your mistakes or weaknesses.
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MegaMozg 01-03-2017 / 20:49
She smells of trouble. She smells like life, purity and rage. It smells of youth, long legs under her dress, stepping on the ground is elastic and gentle.
She passes by me, I again feel the smell. The smell of wet water and anxiety. The smell of trouble.
It smells of youth, wet grass and laughing into the night. It smells gray-eyed gaze, burning insides. She smells like rose petals.
She smells of trouble.
When she leaves, I can still feel the scent. You can smell trouble.
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MegaMozg 10-01-2017 / 21:25
What is the tribulation? Now I can answer. Grief is like a very large sheet of gilded copper. One of those that you take for covering ship's bottoms. A huge sheet. And he's so... awkward, or what? Boomy. Bulky. Like or take it all uncomfortable. Or fingers cut or drop... And this sheet nor take properly, neither the intercept. You pick it up, hold. He breaks down and corner to the throat.
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MegaMozg 10-01-2017 / 16:11
