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I would like to see this city pillaged and razed. While I'm at it, with these fantastic thoughts of what would be nice...
(I am going to be candid vis a vis cryptic this time. If I did this a year earlier, it would be akin to giving myself up to a mob of 12 year-olds with molotov cocktails made of insults and cheap whiskey)
...it would be nice to have most of the last year and a half of my life back so I could have spent it in a group of people who actually give a shit, or who actually enjoy my company--- as opposed to friends like vultures: waiting for me to erroneously drop down in a moment of weakness so they can rip me to shreds, squawking and strutting gloriously afterward; drunk on blood and egotistical spirits.
I am really, really trying to understand how you all ended up in my little parade. I can't figure it out. I'm tracing back lines of friends and conversations and relationships, and it's just not breaking even at all. I'm not mad or upset, I'm just terribly confused.
So, the slate's clean -- and now, after the last month, I feel the slight pressure of camaraderie and caring on my back, instead of the perpetual foreboding of watching my tongue or walking on eggshells. I am pardoning everyone, but there will be in me, no more, a vault to hold the many filters and transformers of circles hating circles of which I am a common point. The days of my silent commonality amongst antagonistic cliques is over.
(I am going to be candid vis a vis cryptic this time. If I did this a year earlier, it would be akin to giving myself up to a mob of 12 year-olds with molotov cocktails made of insults and cheap whiskey)
...it would be nice to have most of the last year and a half of my life back so I could have spent it in a group of people who actually give a shit, or who actually enjoy my company--- as opposed to friends like vultures: waiting for me to erroneously drop down in a moment of weakness so they can rip me to shreds, squawking and strutting gloriously afterward; drunk on blood and egotistical spirits.
I am really, really trying to understand how you all ended up in my little parade. I can't figure it out. I'm tracing back lines of friends and conversations and relationships, and it's just not breaking even at all. I'm not mad or upset, I'm just terribly confused.
So, the slate's clean -- and now, after the last month, I feel the slight pressure of camaraderie and caring on my back, instead of the perpetual foreboding of watching my tongue or walking on eggshells. I am pardoning everyone, but there will be in me, no more, a vault to hold the many filters and transformers of circles hating circles of which I am a common point. The days of my silent commonality amongst antagonistic cliques is over.