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Allow me, now, to quote a paragraph from Ibi Kaslik:
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We'll not live like this. They will try to burn us with false manifestoes, inscribe us in wars against false enemies but we'll sing songs about dying from loving the wrong cowboy and gospel; our bodies will burn in effigies of promise. I swear.

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The moral is clear: we may be fighting a war so far uphill that we're falling flat on our backs from three miles up in the air, but it can't break our spirits. We have to live life here as if it were as precious as it is in the impossible utopia that exists on the back wall of our brains. We have to sing songs of love and, indeed, fall in love. We have to celebrate victory even when defeat may be looming at every corner. And most importantly, we must keep believing in ourselves and each other, even when everything we have strived for has turned from nothing into a black hole.

I think I believe in my potential for greatness and my potential to love. We may, perhaps, act coy to one another and to ourselves, scared to reach this potential. Some are (seemingly) anything but afraid. There is too much at stake for senseless fear of failure to be an obstruction. Can I ever get there?

I tell stories of heartache and hope; melancholy backed by perseverance and persistence. One eye is always pointed in the direction of those who preside over harsh first-world societies wrapped in Social Darwinism. The other is always pointed toward the possibilities the future holds. The words come with an urgency attached that is not so readily apparent in the delivery, but is apparent in the diction. Whether it's desperate and precious anti-war sentiments or the search for closure (an idea which probably doesn't exist) I believe in a existence that is deep and purposeful, which will put your heart on ice and your mind in a dreamland where the good guys are winning.

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"When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire."

anybody have a match?