@I get angry at myself. Everyone does, I know. And I hate to have to talk about it like this. But sometimes it’s easier, although this hurts me I know it does. I’m very tired. Had a boring day and for some reason that puts me down. I had this overwhelming feeling of fighting bloody souls. White, pastey people covered in sweat and mud and grany dirt, wrestling each other in vain attempts to pull the other down. The most basic emotion of humanity- violence. Swinging each other into grey stone walls and covering everything in their wasted blood. Encouraging yells in the dark moonless nights, the grunts and the groans and the hollow sounds of punches in soft flesh- the wasted lives trying to pummel the breath out of one another. A perfect example of the primative laws of nature, fight to the death, dying warriors, dying yells, dried blood and the warm morning sun. The new day, the wiser civilization. The cooling pain loosens one’s anger. The grimy, grey people stand- those who can- and look at the rising sun. They help their brothers up and carry them to the holes where they will collapse. They will sleep, only to be woken by the next burst of emotion.@