“Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish- a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found out a way to live out there where the real winds blow- to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested…”
-RyanRoss http://weresoblogging.com
Our lives become what we make them, in the end we all die, and though our views may differ, this is the life we are living. We can cut back on societies overrated restrictions, and take a breath of fresh air. All we've ever wanted to do, is feel, even fear, even love, even hate, we want to know what it is like to live. We become addicted to the adrenaline shooting through our veins, but does it even matter, that all we do is wrong, and that words only exist to judge, and to kill, when the moment you are found six feet under, no one will remember a thing you ever did.
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