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Stephen the Toreador
By: patchworkmind Date: July 9, 2012, 1:58 am
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Stephen's search to find himself in light of all the changes
that have shook his paradigms in the past few years.
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Lost -
Forget the peace inside
You’ve given way to the gods of destruction
Full of desire
You feel afraid that there’s nothing left
Oh oh, oh no
Oh oh, oh no
The ocean is dry
Do you feel hollow?
Nowhere to hide
And nothing to swallow
And when you can’t recognize
Anything solid
Where do you turn?
When you can’t buy it?
What can you believe in now
With no love to follow?
Now that you have lost yourself
Oh, can anything help you now?
Just let your fears go
You might find your way back home
Let your fears go
You might find that you’re not lost
Just let your fears go
You might find your way back home
Let your fears go
You might find that you’re not lost
What did you learn?
What was it worth?
What did you yearn for?
Everything’s lost now
And not alone and not alone
And not alone and not alone
And not alone and not alone
And not alone and not alone
Just let your fears go
You might find your way back home
Let your fears go
You might find that you’re not lost
Just let your fears go
You might find your way back home
Let your fears go
You might find that you’re not lost
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Re: Stephen the Toreador
By: patchworkmind Date: July 13, 2012, 1:58 pm
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The Sabbat embrace the beast forsaking their humanity, the
Cammies let the pendulum swing in reverse. We are what and who
we are. We Kill and feed, we rage and bleed out the heard of
kin.
Mortals feast on caged and free range chickens and cattle, and
when they find that their actions are just echoes of what are
subjected to, they naturally have the reaction any prey would.
We are the beautiful and nightmarish beasts who are only part of
the grand ecosystem. We are not the top, and we should accept
our fate as killer and killed. Not to lie down with thoughts
exposed of course, we must make our hunters feel the rush of the
hunt we feel.
Let our inner beast not be “controlled”, “masked” or
“unleashed”, but embraced.
There is elegance and a raw passion that need only be
acknowledged. See it, feel it, love it!
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Re: Stephen the Toreador
By: patchworkmind Date: August 6, 2012, 9:02 am
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I have traveled far and wide across this globe seeing many
things, including the dregs of what life can be, and the most
beautiful peaks of humanity.
I grew up an now live slightly off the world known at large. The
illusions of it are all the more obvious living on the slant of
it. Yet like those of my lineage I will find it out, feel it out
and discover all it is to be human, beast, monster, and lover
all in one body.
We have not stumbled upon immortality, only an extension. We are
not the top of the food chain as those above and below us
threaten our survival at every turn. This only means that the
survivalist in us all should be going crazy trying to live in
this world we have spent so long not really knowing in our
childhood.
Am I speaking of the embrace or modern medicine??
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Re: Stephen the Toreador
By: patchworkmind Date: August 30, 2012, 4:10 pm
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Stephen begins to understand that there is so much to fix in
this world, that battles must be picked, losses accepted.
Understood is the suffering, withering and dead and their
permanence.
Necks must be bared to the right individuals, the right
organizations, establishments, and conventions for anything to
change.
To fix any thing that the “machine of a system” breaks, we must
emerge from within it as a cog so seamlessly interworked, that
for all intents and purposes, the changes effected by us is
indistinguishable from the goals and intent of the system.
The time for youthful rebellion is over. The time to change the
world is begging.
(Lyrics’
With their wicked words they’ll try to hold you down
No this is not our fate; the lives in which they are bound
And there is something more we know it has to be found
I know the world won’t wait, the tide is turning around…
And there’s not enough time…
With all their wicked words they’ll never hold you down
No this is not our fate; the tide is turning around
No there’s not enough time…
In the fallout of the wasted, in the halflight
I stand before you in the last dance of an old life…
Now the cool wind’s blowing and we can’t stay, but it’s alright…
When the night is gone I will still be here…
No there’s not enough time…)
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Re: Stephen the Toreador
By: patchworkmind Date: September 18, 2012, 11:13 am
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Recently Stephen has seen some things he does not agree with in
the hospital. Although he is foreign to the culture he is
working within growing up with a different set of mores and
values, he knows there are some things he just can not agree
with. He is seeing the suffering of the individuals for the
common good, and the needless suffering of the whole for the
pleasure of the individual and is empassioned to find the
awnsers towhat is right and what he should fight for.
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Lyrics:
I see the lips move
But all I hear is shit
They act so natural
Faking crimes they don't admit
We need action on the street
Moving with our feet
It's time to shout out loud
It's time to start a movement
And there's no time like right now
It's time to
Get up, get up, get up
Why don't you
Stand up, stand up, stand up
It's time to
Get up, get up, get up
Why don't you
Stand up, stand up
It's time to start a fight
Monkey see, monkey do
But all they see is death
Electrocuting, cut 'em up
Watch them take their last breath
We need action on the street
Moving with our feet
It's time to shout out loud
It's time to start a movement
And there's no time like right now
It's time to
Get up, get up, get up
Why don't you
Stand up, stand up, stand up
It's time to
Get up, get up, get up
Why don't you
Stand up, stand up
It's time to start a fight
I've held my breath so many times
When I'm praying for the tortured souls
But your souls they seem to be done for
Your bodies they've waged wars
So what gives them the right
To take your life from you
Why do they all play God?
Who said that is your job
It's time to
Get up, get up, get up
Why don't you
Stand up, stand up, stand up
It's time to
Get up, get up, get up
Why don't you
Stand up, stand up
It's time to start a fight
I've heard it's a rat race
And their racing 'till they're dead
(get up, get up, get up)
Your pesticides commit homicides
With their frozen:
I've heard it's a rat race
And their racing 'till they're dead
(get up, get up, get up)
Your pesticides commit homicides
With their frozen:
Now it's time to start a fight
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