Today is proof positive that I can't write properly with a throbbing headache. I need to flush my brain with cyanide, or see a movie, or sleep it off.
On a side note: freedom, I've decided, is an unattainable phantasm that goes unrecognized by those who possess it, only appearing in its corporeal form the further one recedes into bondage. And, no I'm not being political, or smart, or anything. That's just the tired and dying part of me that continues to resist how fucking busy I've become. That inner voice shall surely die soon, as acceptance and adaptation eventually occur, and I'll forget that I ever felt that way: the inner death but an insubstantial victim of a forgotten war.
I'm not sure of anything I just said, but I'll pretend I am so I can stop typing and return to the tubthumping humdrum of today.
On a side note: freedom, I've decided, is an unattainable phantasm that goes unrecognized by those who possess it, only appearing in its corporeal form the further one recedes into bondage. And, no I'm not being political, or smart, or anything. That's just the tired and dying part of me that continues to resist how fucking busy I've become. That inner voice shall surely die soon, as acceptance and adaptation eventually occur, and I'll forget that I ever felt that way: the inner death but an insubstantial victim of a forgotten war.
I'm not sure of anything I just said, but I'll pretend I am so I can stop typing and return to the tubthumping humdrum of today.
saraphine:
I can't believe you have no comments on this entry. I find you FASCINATING. This may sound stupid but I have typed out some genius retorts to a couple of your stories and each time they took too long to load and disappeared. Technology, though it's made many advances, is still ridiculously primitive. 
Keep up the good work!
Keep up the good work!
saraphine:
Thank you!