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Aren't the opinions of others wonderful?
Even when they're inherently wrong, biased by idiocy or poured through the coffee-filter of dogmatic hypocrisy, turning anything hard to understand into bogies and beasties and creatures of the night with naught but intent to kill, ill, and otherwise cause pure chronic damage to all and sundry- your mother. your brother. that itty bitty kid down the hall.
Am I evil?
This is what you all wanted to know about me, isn't it?
Whether or not it's really true.
Or maybe you just wanted to hear me admit it.
Well.
It is,
really and truly.
Don't google it. Trust me. It can only bring you sorrow.
I haven't been very inspired lately.
but that's a good thing.
it means I'm not troubled and am greatly embracing life and my inner self.
I still feel you out there and at times it burns and I hate you for the very act of living. But not today. You are pardoned for now.
This music. It makes me remember, reminisce. Only the humble beauty left. The secrets are secrets again. The knowledge not yet uncovered. Innocence not yet lost. Tears not yet cried. It turns back time for an instant, it does. For an instant.
Does destiny choose us, annoint us before we comprehend? And we are swept along on this path with destiny at the helm, fate spurring us onward on our journey?
I am beginning to understand why you reject me, my kamlo.
Understanding I am too much to the point to where it went too far and it went where it hurt and scarred and took life away and put horror in its place. Here's your ugly face. Face it. Here's your darkness slice.
Whoever said that you can't be friends with your ex's though?
Crushes make people so stupid. They can't see just how shallow, self-centered, insincere, and simply boring their crush is. They can't see just how impossible the relationship would be. They have closed their eyes and are looking at their crush through the eyes of their crotch, which is covered in layers of fabric that blind them to the obvious: their crush is not a catch and their crush will never be theirs.
Am I crushing? I don't think so. I think I'm suffering a symptom of withdrawal. As soon as the withdrawal ends, so will the symptoms. But even if I am crushing, I know how I deluded I am, I know how screwed up he is, and most of all, I know that we'd make a terrible couple.
honesty.
I dream I hold you tightly while we sleep, your limbs tied to mine with fingers, our hips a perfect union, kissing at the speed of disaster, pushing our moaning mistakes until they became what we meant to do in the first place, all style, wet substance, and tangled, dramatic coherence.
draw my heart in the sand...
Let it be washed away.
'Fain, I am weary and thought perplexes me.
Whether I kill you for your inconstance and insincerity or the town swallows you whole, it matters not. You might not get what you deserve but you'll get something that'll hurt. So don't come crying. Don't come dying. I don't have a doorstep left for you to bleed your case upon.
25 o'clock news live. Why do people come to Silent Hill to find themselves? People go to Silent Hill to lose themselves. If only they knew.
Even when they're inherently wrong, biased by idiocy or poured through the coffee-filter of dogmatic hypocrisy, turning anything hard to understand into bogies and beasties and creatures of the night with naught but intent to kill, ill, and otherwise cause pure chronic damage to all and sundry- your mother. your brother. that itty bitty kid down the hall.
Am I evil?
This is what you all wanted to know about me, isn't it?
Whether or not it's really true.
Or maybe you just wanted to hear me admit it.
Well.
It is,
really and truly.
Don't google it. Trust me. It can only bring you sorrow.
I haven't been very inspired lately.
but that's a good thing.
it means I'm not troubled and am greatly embracing life and my inner self.
I still feel you out there and at times it burns and I hate you for the very act of living. But not today. You are pardoned for now.
This music. It makes me remember, reminisce. Only the humble beauty left. The secrets are secrets again. The knowledge not yet uncovered. Innocence not yet lost. Tears not yet cried. It turns back time for an instant, it does. For an instant.
Does destiny choose us, annoint us before we comprehend? And we are swept along on this path with destiny at the helm, fate spurring us onward on our journey?
I am beginning to understand why you reject me, my kamlo.
Understanding I am too much to the point to where it went too far and it went where it hurt and scarred and took life away and put horror in its place. Here's your ugly face. Face it. Here's your darkness slice.
Whoever said that you can't be friends with your ex's though?
Crushes make people so stupid. They can't see just how shallow, self-centered, insincere, and simply boring their crush is. They can't see just how impossible the relationship would be. They have closed their eyes and are looking at their crush through the eyes of their crotch, which is covered in layers of fabric that blind them to the obvious: their crush is not a catch and their crush will never be theirs.
Am I crushing? I don't think so. I think I'm suffering a symptom of withdrawal. As soon as the withdrawal ends, so will the symptoms. But even if I am crushing, I know how I deluded I am, I know how screwed up he is, and most of all, I know that we'd make a terrible couple.
honesty.
I dream I hold you tightly while we sleep, your limbs tied to mine with fingers, our hips a perfect union, kissing at the speed of disaster, pushing our moaning mistakes until they became what we meant to do in the first place, all style, wet substance, and tangled, dramatic coherence.
draw my heart in the sand...
Let it be washed away.
'Fain, I am weary and thought perplexes me.
Whether I kill you for your inconstance and insincerity or the town swallows you whole, it matters not. You might not get what you deserve but you'll get something that'll hurt. So don't come crying. Don't come dying. I don't have a doorstep left for you to bleed your case upon.
25 o'clock news live. Why do people come to Silent Hill to find themselves? People go to Silent Hill to lose themselves. If only they knew.