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So, this will be my first time using Scrobble Life's Music feature. I’m not quite sure how it works, otherthan that it involves music, so I’ll make the most of it. It’s been a while since I properly talked

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lidless eyes stare from the inky darkness. As i sleep my soul travels through dimensions into other plaees. So far from here yet so close to home every one iden

through out the ages humanity has been scarred the devil has lived within us always that nagging voice in the back of our mind original sin plagues us all from

darkness blankets the sky pierced by shining white light it burns light years from where i am yet lives also deep under my skin. my soul burns and will remain m

Yesterday, I was scrolling through Instagram before my bedtime, a habit of mine, because I prefer not to waste my productive hours scrolling. Anyways, this is not the point here. So, I was scrolling a

Hello friends, as you might have understood from the title of the post, through this post today, I will share with you some topics or tips that you can adopt whether online or offline. To get complete

the real question isn't whether we can build it, but whether we are ready to play the new song it would allow us to ...

I once believed that a dictionary (consider literal words) was a graveyard for words, a place where language went to die. But as you know, change is inevitable, and one grows by correcting oneself. As

The Noxsoma Chronicles [0081] 12-10-2025 … Day 23661 (Wellness Wednesday) The “Ontology” [which is a popular “woo-word” for “Universe”] – is getting on my case about the imminent destruction of the “human

Hey All, It’s Sunday, so how about we start with a splendid performance by Laksh, playing Smoke on the Water — a heartfelt tribute to Deep Purple. I had a word with his teacher, and according to him, Laksh

fuente Solo en la oscuridad Aquí, solo en la oscuridad y penumbra, aquí no hay luz que te alumbre. Solo recuerdos que vienen y van, como juguete de niño olvidado que dejó en su desván. Pesadillas es la

fuente La vidad es tan corta La mas fugas de las fugases Como la estrella de tu deseo Ayer eramos unos niños Y hoy asi de anciano me veo Y la miro tan perspicaz Como cristo miraba un fariseo Donde esta

fuente Siente la vida Siente la vida que tienes, la felicidad no es lo que obtienes, es lo que sientes al tenerlo. La vida te da sin merecerlo y te quita sin quererlo. La vida es escribir en prosa, es

fuente Corazón alcohólico Te pienso en el primer trago, te olvido en el segundo, para recordarte en el tercero. No se puede empezar de cero cuando te pienso y espero. Corazón tan misionero, desbordante

I am pleased to present some of the photos I took in downtown Bogotá, specifically at the Torre del Tiempo (Time Tower), which is currently hosting an art exhibition called BOG25. I wanted to share my

fuente Corazón en el espejo Te sigues mirando en ese espejo Mirando a tu propio adversario No escribiste en tu diario Que hace tiempo se rompió Como neblina que desvaneció Así escupió sus pedazos ¿Quién