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Tales From Byzantine: May 2013
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I am a living being, only identified as 'the persona'. The narrator weaves a plot, a setting, a storyline and a life for me to live. The narrator constructs my tales, my tales from Byzantine. Saturday, May 4, 2013. 8220;I ought to go upright and vital, and speak the rude truth in all ways.”. What truth is there to explain. The faculties one can hardly contain;. Hidden behind a veil of lies. Growing up has called it a device;. An infant's false pandering for aid. Doth cause a mother's love betrayed.
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Tales From Byzantine: June 2008
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I am a living being, only identified as 'the persona'. The narrator weaves a plot, a setting, a storyline and a life for me to live. The narrator constructs my tales, my tales from Byzantine. Friday, June 6, 2008. More often than not the people that you happen to be related to are your best friends… You can never really turn away from them, and you will always defend them to the best of your ability, they are your greatest resource, and the greatest love will come from them. that is family.".
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Tales From Byzantine: Of Regret
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I am a living being, only identified as 'the persona'. The narrator weaves a plot, a setting, a storyline and a life for me to live. The narrator constructs my tales, my tales from Byzantine. Sunday, September 2, 2012. Pride must die in you, or nothing of heaven can live in you. Lay down your pickets as we pray,. Clasped hands they make better barriers;. For building fences where you stay. Robs you of your dearer years. The truth itself a mystery,. For the man sequestered in lies,.
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Tales From Byzantine: Of Addiction
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I am a living being, only identified as 'the persona'. The narrator weaves a plot, a setting, a storyline and a life for me to live. The narrator constructs my tales, my tales from Byzantine. Monday, January 19, 2009. A little water makes a sea, a small puff of wind a Tempest." - Thomas Browne. The gleam in her eyes held such immense pain. Sorrowful tales of the urge's manifestation,. Draining innocence till none could remain. Her body stiff but crumbling, watching her soul burn. March 17, 2009 at 1:45 AM.
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Tales From Byzantine: Wrought and Mangled
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I am a living being, only identified as 'the persona'. The narrator weaves a plot, a setting, a storyline and a life for me to live. The narrator constructs my tales, my tales from Byzantine. Saturday, September 29, 2012. Beneath all manner of kindness and consideration for each other- for their good taste, at all events, had never given way- this tragedy of a woman, who wanted to be loved, slowly killing the power of loving her in the man, had gone on year after year.'. The phone rang again. And then he...
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Tales From Byzantine: September 2009
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I am a living being, only identified as 'the persona'. The narrator weaves a plot, a setting, a storyline and a life for me to live. The narrator constructs my tales, my tales from Byzantine. Monday, September 28, 2009. You cut up a thing that's alive and beautiful to find out how it's alive and why it's beautiful, and before you know it, it's neither of those things, and you're standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and the only terrible ache of guilt to show for it.". Th weight ...
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Tales From Byzantine: August 2007
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I am a living being, only identified as 'the persona'. The narrator weaves a plot, a setting, a storyline and a life for me to live. The narrator constructs my tales, my tales from Byzantine. Tuesday, August 21, 2007. The Blood Of Weber. Power is everywhere: not because it embraces everything, but because it comes from everywhere.". The Webers were the occupants of this house and until now, were believed to be living happily. Little did anyone realise that almost none of them were living at all. Exclaime...
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Logicless Logic: May 2006
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Monday, May 29, 2006. Why does X-Men movies not have this guy? Gambit is cool. haha. Posted by justin @ 11:06 PM. LUCKILY FOR US (or some might say unfortunately*), there is this magic show on tv from june 9 onwards called World Cup 2006. it is the salvation of all football-loving people and some non-football-loving people. it is the sporting event of the year. BUT the downside is that we have to wait for 11 more days. i shall rot until then. Posted by justin @ 9:17 PM. Sunday, May 28, 2006. Somehow i th...
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Logicless Logic: October 2006
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Tuesday, October 31, 2006. The longest phonecall of my life. I am serious. i think it is the 1st time in my life i have talked for close to 1 hour on my handphone, or any phone. thank you very much to RONALD. For that long phone call peppered with "happy birthday" when there was nothing to say. thank you ZHEN YU. For that early birthday treat on friday. Thank you to everyone else who wished me happy birthday on msn, sms, friendster, or by posting a picture of me on their blogs. Posted by justin @ 2:02 AM.
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Logicless Logic: March 2006
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Friday, March 31, 2006. You'll Never Walk Alone. When you walk through a storm,. Hold your head up high,. And don't be afraid of the dark. At the end of a storm,. There's a golden sky,. And a sweet silver song of a lark. Walk on through the wind,. Walk on through the rain,. Though your dreams be tossed and blown. With hope in your heart,. And you'll never walk alone. You'll never walk alone. With hope in your heart,. And you'll never walk alone. You'll never walk alone. Posted by justin @ 8:15 PM. The la...