Two stomps for those rude knocks.

[atallmigit]

This may just be the Martini talking but I've recently discovered that in all of our many moments of tiny infamy comes an immense amount of satisfaction. And in those small strides to self bettermeant there is also satisfaction to be found. And even if it appears to others that your strides are made purely in vain regardless it feels right to you. In the box things always look better than they appear on the outside. The satisfaction only comes from the lesson that those on the outside of the box and their opinions, assumptions, accusations, ideals, and persecutions don't really matter. Actually they don't matter at all. They are worthless in workings of your life. And once you throw your arms in the air and yell out a huge "fuck you" you're surrcoming to their demands from the outside. You're inside. Stay there. Stay in your right nows. Stay in your tomarrows and your yesturdays. You need not travel to theirs and you need not be upset when they knock on yours. Let them knock. Let them knock till their hearts content, what they have to say...is not worth the walk to the door.

Thats self satisfaction. Thats self glory. You know what? Fuck. Thats just plain glory.

One small step for self one giant leap for humanity.

hahahaha. Seriously though. Theres truth. And theres much more meaning to it than just Martini talk. Trust me. You don't matter anymore. You're thoughts don't matter anymore.
God this morphine does me good. Does me soooo much good. And ahhhh this brilliant Martini.
This is real peace. This is real satisfaction.

Ahhhh.
Say what you will but I'm not answering the door, ever again.

Mallory.