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I've decided in the thick heat smothering every square inch of my room that its time to clean things up. My entire household has been a mess for some time discouraging anyone to visit. This makes sense seeing that I can't even make home for myself. I sat idle for too long allowing for too many ideas and stories race by my mindscape with out a single motion of a quill in response to these thoughts. Here in the Hell that is my home I'm going to clean up and start writing again. I've been taking down notes of a character recently, a young man utterly immersed in a straight edge lifestyle that is barracading him from new experiences, people, and other lifestyles. This is a bizaare character for me to pursue in that this man is me years ago. Its funny actually to write in support of a position I abandoned soon after starting college. The text requires that I take up idealogies and judgements toward anybody non-straight edge, and to act wholier than thou, which is humorous seeing that I no longer believe in any of that "poison free" shit. To live is to be intoxicated completely by the poison of life, there is no clean or pure person on this planet. We are all very much the same dirt and there's no point for any of us to continue, but we do it anyway, perhaps out of curiosity (at least that's my reason), and that's what makes us the beautiful-ugly.
After cleaning up, if I'm actually able to stick to a plan, I'm going to continue reading more of Camus' Myth Of Sisyphus, and the latest Potter adventure, which is quite good so far.