damn
dammit, mediocre minds, mediocre times, mediocre lives, mediocre wives. fuck i feel the epitomy of disdain and i wish to chastise myself for that, and for the fact of being what my soul does not respect and needing something that is not a part of me. i live and learn, and i don't ask much, 16 clumsy and shy, the story of my life. i have been rekindled to ayn rand and all her selfish wisdom. do you know objectivist's lead lives of quite desolation in their smug grandeur. to die on a pedestle of integrity or to live in obscurity breaking your back in the iron maiden. for lorn my droogs, for lorn. do any of you know anything