Nov 02, 2008 04:09
You and I, friend, have much to address. And, you have my word that it will be addressed. My fingers never exercise censorship. Which, is a testament to their, for lack of a better word, power. My potential knows no boundaries. I am essentially, limitless. My capacities are an infinite abyss for knowledge and skill. They are never satisfied. And, rightfully so.
Define: Adversity
See Also: Opportunity.
Why does it always seem that just when things begin to look promising, the cornerstones of my very foundations buckle, and crumble, under the weight of the universe.
It was a sick, fucking joke.
It was an unwarranted attack.
It worked. You cracked me.
I didn't deserve any of this one.
But, I've learned to pick my battles.
And you, along with your poorly chosen entourage, are light years behind me.
I'd be excited too. The very inclusion of you in my thoughts is your greatest worldly achievement to date.