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The motivation of all dream content is wish fulfillment – Sigmund Freud ***** “Tell me your dreams”, “Do tell me you must”! The clanging of the bell which signified the end of the afternoon shift, suddenly jarred poor Tunde Salako awake from his troubled slumber. He’d woken up disoriented, but after a furtive survey of
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****** I have always believed an arcane machination to disrupt the delicate balance of life, by influences beyond my comprehension existed. I have also, unequivocally acknowledged that we are not alone, and that our actions were being scrutinized and recorded by a higher power for future retrospection. Even though I sometimes wished my beliefs were
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“All pure and genuine maleficence, stemmed from a lure and pristine innocence” ********* Oh my! Such unknown complexity that strings our world, For my innocence which I presumed to be deeply ingrained Has been lost so easily, never to be regained for all eternity; Worse, I have been abandoned to my perplexity, For my generations
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********* Who am I? With a persistence bordering on harassment, the philosopher in me questions the validity of my identity time after time. He wonders if my life as he saw it can be attached to any substantial meaning or value. He wonders if the human existence is without bounds and thus continues without
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See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil Rio De Janeiro, Brazil **************** The moon seemed to pulsate with a minacious aura, yet managed to retain its lustrous lineament as the forest ground was incandesced and thus lent an eerie ambiance. The forest had become peculiarly silent as all life form had ceased all
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Which is worse? The life of a flightless bird or the life of one which can never perch THE MARKET SQUARE **************** Reminiscent of a marketplace, people haggled for the best possible bargain obtainable, just as others attempted to beguile unsuspecting victims off their hard attained earnings. In the more aphotic sections, clandestine schemes were
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As the creator weaves patterns in our existence, epochs come and pass, sometimes leaving bitter memories that become legends, then washes away into myth, which are forgotten when that epoch passes away for another to set in. In one epoch already long lost but yet to come, an epoch dominated by darkness, pestilence and
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******************* Yuri Nabokov was an artist whose paintings had acquired a legendary status due to the uncanny resemblance it shared with the people he painted. There was a great amount of mystic associated with his art and with time his work began to be compared with the likes of Pablo Picasso, Leonardo Da Vinci and
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Somewhere in the Baraderes hill, Haiti The determined yet terror stricken faces of the villagers were illuminated by the fires on their torch as they stood in wait for daylight to break. It was dawn and they were gathered around a lumber dwelling, with the intentions of bringing an end to an ancient evil which
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All ye lamb of darkness! Turn and gather around my flock for the night is cold and fickle. Come forth and warm your bodies by the unholy flames your shepherd has ignited through his inglorious emergence. Do not dare cower towards the shadows in fear, for I only mean well and bear good tidings. Fear
My Dark School Of Thoughts 