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    Яαgιи Яαvєи
    Cairo, Egypt
    Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
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All big and grey

He wanted to travel the world, to explore, to have an adventure of his own to tell his grandchildren when he's old and wrinkled. He wanted to point and say 'I did this and I did that', to look back and smile in triumph. He wanted to love be loved, pure and senseless. He wanted heaven and beyond.

He wanted to learn to fly. Was that too much to ask for?!

He wanted so many things.

He learned how to walk. He waltzed into the world and tried. He fell, but then he got up again and tried some more. 'Drastically doomed', that's what they told him, but he was too arrogant to give up.

It only took two spears to strike him down; one hit his brain and the other hit his heart. His soul remained untouched, as always, all stubborn and decomposing.

And so he crawled back into his cave to worship his reflection on the wall chasing a mammoth all big and grey, thinking to himself 'I could have done that'.


He could have done it all.

Isn't that what we all want to do Raven? The challenge is never to give up- let the spears turn you into a pin cushion, be a glutton for punsihment. You'll make it and if not at least it will be a good story.

A story with many plot holes in it.

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