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TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see?

You already put all your fears and doubts in the fire.. so I can burn all of that shit. And so here I am in the centre of the fuckin coliseum, with a lighter and a can of petrol. In front of me a crowd of naked people. I'm in the middle of the action. I 'am the action. I created myself. I've placed everything under my will. got it? I live a real life. I'm entirely free of any the stereotypes. My world has no limits, only opportunities. No daily TV shows, No slogans, imposed by government, TV or your beloved internet. Here I am. Real me. You are staring at the computer screen, are you really there? can you prove it to me.  so far.. you don't e

Faces, behind the skin, between this world and the next. Their teeth and their claws coming out, trying to break through. I thought of something. A tab with your face on it. Here, in the hole that fits mine. From the moment I saw you I knew you'd be the closest I got to being… close. I didn't know what to do with that feeling… happiness. But they know now, and they're hungry, really fucking hungry, because for as long as I know they've been chasing me. And now they're ready, now they're strong enough to break through and I can't fight them. I used to be able when I was strong but… you've made me weak. And now I can't. I can't.