chaosmonkey

Seems things were more twisted than I thought, and it wasn't who I thought. But there were still insidious machinations being, uhm, machined against me. Or something. And still some rotten people who should hope to only be beaten to a bloody fucking pulp.

I'm still out of here, though. Things felt different even before all this bullshit went down. I haven't been interacting as much and it's hard to see the use of being here. I still love all the friends I made, and the friends I should have made. There have been and are some great people here. And I'm not anywhere that you can't find me, if you already know how.

Smell you later.