I'm sorry kids, I really am, but I can't do it.
I can't relent when two liberals from So Cal try to tell me that I have no right to blast WV. Your hardships there would be the highlights of my life here; don't try to tell me you know better. I do envy them for growing up in a place where they got a better education, grew up a more enlightened culture I've only seen in my dreams, and get to experience a life where intelligence is not punished. But knowing how the hell of this place belongs only to me and the handful of West Virginians on this site. None of your social observation and trendy political views gives you the right to take that from me. This place is my Grendel. It is my Tiamat. Do not attempt to scratch my monster behind the ears while I'm trying to gut it.
But yeah, it was a dick thing to say, but don't assume you've known but I've been through. Nothing you know or believe in means anything when you get to coal fields and feel the despair and madness bear down on you like a thick fog of iron. The only reason this place isn't listed as a third world country in the geography books is because Lincoln needed the tactical territory.
Despite the name calling, I respect them both, as I always have and will. But I'm afraid they don't know this place. It isn't their fault really, since no one knows place unless they are forced to. You've seen one poor southern state, you've seen them all, right? No, you haven't.
But because of the fact that this place is so distorted from everywhere else, it's not much of a surprise for me to admit that I'm never going to relate here. I've made some friends, and I'm very happy for them, but I think I've gotten everything I need from this place. I wanted to learn what was going on outside of this pit, so that I would know what I was getting into when I finally left to join the world. But that idea got chucked in the trash when I read a journal by Lotus; she explained that you can only find the world and be who you claim by stepping out of the door and into the sunshine. Anything I hoped to learn here I already learned a while back, and keeping track of indy bands and self-mutilation fads hold no value to what I'm planning to do.
I'll be adding to IM friends' lists and writing emails shortly.
To all others: feel free to flame or talk behind my back. After all, no matter how right or zealous you are about masturbating with your opinions, you're still just wasting time writing them down on internet site instead of actually doing anything with them. Good night and god bless.
I can't relent when two liberals from So Cal try to tell me that I have no right to blast WV. Your hardships there would be the highlights of my life here; don't try to tell me you know better. I do envy them for growing up in a place where they got a better education, grew up a more enlightened culture I've only seen in my dreams, and get to experience a life where intelligence is not punished. But knowing how the hell of this place belongs only to me and the handful of West Virginians on this site. None of your social observation and trendy political views gives you the right to take that from me. This place is my Grendel. It is my Tiamat. Do not attempt to scratch my monster behind the ears while I'm trying to gut it.
But yeah, it was a dick thing to say, but don't assume you've known but I've been through. Nothing you know or believe in means anything when you get to coal fields and feel the despair and madness bear down on you like a thick fog of iron. The only reason this place isn't listed as a third world country in the geography books is because Lincoln needed the tactical territory.
Despite the name calling, I respect them both, as I always have and will. But I'm afraid they don't know this place. It isn't their fault really, since no one knows place unless they are forced to. You've seen one poor southern state, you've seen them all, right? No, you haven't.
But because of the fact that this place is so distorted from everywhere else, it's not much of a surprise for me to admit that I'm never going to relate here. I've made some friends, and I'm very happy for them, but I think I've gotten everything I need from this place. I wanted to learn what was going on outside of this pit, so that I would know what I was getting into when I finally left to join the world. But that idea got chucked in the trash when I read a journal by Lotus; she explained that you can only find the world and be who you claim by stepping out of the door and into the sunshine. Anything I hoped to learn here I already learned a while back, and keeping track of indy bands and self-mutilation fads hold no value to what I'm planning to do.
I'll be adding to IM friends' lists and writing emails shortly.
To all others: feel free to flame or talk behind my back. After all, no matter how right or zealous you are about masturbating with your opinions, you're still just wasting time writing them down on internet site instead of actually doing anything with them. Good night and god bless.
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aikaterine:
aww dude this post made me miss you like the sky misses the birds!
squidproquo:
You will be missed. 