Dead post.
I was creating a post earlier, but I then had to take a friend somewhere. After that, the computer was shut down, so I lost it. Eh. Oh well. Wasn't important. Almost time for bed. Egh. I feel like Jormungand is wrapped 'round me. With Nidhogg gnawing at my heart. A lyric from a SlipKnot song of days passed. When I was even more immature than I am now. "I'm not like you, I just fuck up." If I could go back and change everything... Butterfly Effect, ja. ... I'd end up strangling myself. ... I wouldn't want to put my mother through that. I'd just rather wait until I was older. Get my first sword, give a prayer to the gods on high, and pin myself to a wall, like some exotic, demented, butterfly on a display board. ... Here I sit, minutes later, wishing that I had done death upon myself years before. Sad. I thought I was pathetic, but this confirms it. Born under a sign I was. Low lows, and high highs. Nothing in between. Critical Success! Critical Failure... I dance on a coin, with edges of razors. This lonely waltz. Feh. Smoke and mirrors. A magician's talent in a liar's hands. A deceptive spider. Follow my web. Eight minutes. Seven... Weak and Powerless. A bed for sleepin' is waitin' for me.
Good night.
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Good night.
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