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A Fig For All The Devils A Fig For All The Devils by C.S. Fritz
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“from where you stand, it is 3,958.8 miles to the center of the earth. The furthest mankind has been able to drill down is a measly 7.5 miles. This hole still exists today, close to the Norwegian border; one could visit and drop a coin into its blackness. Of course, if you were to fall into this hole, it would take 215.76 seconds or 3.59 minutes for you to reach its end.”
C.S. Fritz, A Fig For All The Devils
“The main question one is faced with is…is what they are seeing truly real, or is it just a hallucination?”
C.S. Fritz, A Fig For All The Devils
“Woe to your weak and timid soul, which is divided between destiny and the dull.”
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“son”
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“It means you can and you should hate this process. It shows you’re real. You must be bothered by what goes bump in the night. But”
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“Hope punctures holes into our black sky to tell us that this ever present darkness is only for a short while. There is a light Sonny”
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“life is a constant process of dying.”
- arthur schopenhauer”
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“Happiness is a fickle lover; if loved too tightly”
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“Sonny threw the hourglass under his bed, and did the ol’ smell test for some clean undies from the floor assortment. Finding the pair that smelt the least like ass,”
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“What severe toil it takes to reach a core.”
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“Happiness is a fickle lover; if loved too tightly, she often grows weary and finds a way to end herself in search of a new host. But, if happiness is not one’s center and merely a product of one’s venture, then she can be found seemingly everywhere you look, like fresh flowers perched at the tips of weeds.”
C.S. Fritz, A Fig for All the Devils