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I cannot keep the job at The Frontier, as my Social Security Card is MIA. So I quit tommorrow. Not that I am too sorry to see the place go. I just can't do cheap food again. Anything else. Not cheap food. My mistake.
And now for the rant. Decipher it if you can. granted, if you know anything about how my summer's been going, you'll probably get it. As for the reast, feel free to ask if something interests you.
There is nothing. I loved twice and I lost. One flew higher. One drifts away. I lose. Always, it seems as if I was made to lose. Obscurity. For I am nothing. Ice. Fire. Blood. Where is the horse and the rider? Man alive, let's just step away and examine this clusterfuck. Do you really love me underneath it all? Can't say. Won't say. B4. And I won naught. As for you, we could have been so much more. No, it wasn't love. But could it have worked? I think so. But you ran, chased off by my blindness. Can't say. Won't say. 5 years. I die. Phoenix or slug. I can kill. I can love. I can sing. I can act. I can die. But I cannot win. So keep running. And all I hear is the silence of the freeway, a continual whisper of a dying land smothered by a slab of plastered rock. And so it goes. Can't say. Won't say. Ice. Fire. Blood. I have no cause. No beliefs. No idea or person to fight for. And so it is. And where were you when the dragon broke? I DON'T KNOW! WHO AM I? I DON'T KNOW! WHAT AM I? Can't say. Won't say. 5 years. Freakishly tall. Ugly. Misguided. Annoying. Monster. You all dissapeared. All of you no longer on a radar. I loved and I lost. Was it better? CAN'T SAY. WON'T SAY. Give me your heart and I will sing of what we could have become. And I am a fool.
I am a fool. I am sorry. Dear god, I hurt you. I am sorry. And you, for not being there when you needed me. And you for not listening. And you for not caring. And you for running. And you. You now most of all. Recent times don't agree with me, I suppose. And I have to wonder if you ever really cared. But it doesn't matter.
"My lady," the big man said slowly, "all you say is true. But Rhaegar lost on the Trident. He lost the battle, he lost the war, he lost the kingdom, and he lost his life. His blood swirled downriver with the rubies from his breastplate, and Robert the Usurper rode over his corpse to steal the Iron Throne. Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, Rhaegar fought honorably. And Rhaegar died."
-Owen
"And so it begins."
"No. Now it ends."
And now for the rant. Decipher it if you can. granted, if you know anything about how my summer's been going, you'll probably get it. As for the reast, feel free to ask if something interests you.
There is nothing. I loved twice and I lost. One flew higher. One drifts away. I lose. Always, it seems as if I was made to lose. Obscurity. For I am nothing. Ice. Fire. Blood. Where is the horse and the rider? Man alive, let's just step away and examine this clusterfuck. Do you really love me underneath it all? Can't say. Won't say. B4. And I won naught. As for you, we could have been so much more. No, it wasn't love. But could it have worked? I think so. But you ran, chased off by my blindness. Can't say. Won't say. 5 years. I die. Phoenix or slug. I can kill. I can love. I can sing. I can act. I can die. But I cannot win. So keep running. And all I hear is the silence of the freeway, a continual whisper of a dying land smothered by a slab of plastered rock. And so it goes. Can't say. Won't say. Ice. Fire. Blood. I have no cause. No beliefs. No idea or person to fight for. And so it is. And where were you when the dragon broke? I DON'T KNOW! WHO AM I? I DON'T KNOW! WHAT AM I? Can't say. Won't say. 5 years. Freakishly tall. Ugly. Misguided. Annoying. Monster. You all dissapeared. All of you no longer on a radar. I loved and I lost. Was it better? CAN'T SAY. WON'T SAY. Give me your heart and I will sing of what we could have become. And I am a fool.
I am a fool. I am sorry. Dear god, I hurt you. I am sorry. And you, for not being there when you needed me. And you for not listening. And you for not caring. And you for running. And you. You now most of all. Recent times don't agree with me, I suppose. And I have to wonder if you ever really cared. But it doesn't matter.
"My lady," the big man said slowly, "all you say is true. But Rhaegar lost on the Trident. He lost the battle, he lost the war, he lost the kingdom, and he lost his life. His blood swirled downriver with the rubies from his breastplate, and Robert the Usurper rode over his corpse to steal the Iron Throne. Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, Rhaegar fought honorably. And Rhaegar died."
-Owen
"And so it begins."
"No. Now it ends."