What are we fighting? Stupidity. Stoic stubbornness masquerading as spiritual sovereignty Moses scribed on Sinai. Or over-simplicity. Stencils and silhouettes and shadows as special or scanned and spammed salted pork specs. Bicep flex. What kind of training does this involve? Shit stirring, flipping out randomly, jumping to multiple conclusions at once. Also bone grinding for … Continue reading You may want to put on some Fisticuffs
There is no escape from one's past. No escape from your actions, thoughts, words or memories. Because if you forget or try to move on? You bet someone is going to shove your face in it so you never get to move on. No one in particular does this to me. It is mostly just … Continue reading Trust no one. Even me.
28 August 2001 @ 09:00 >> happy OperaEd day! do you know how it feels to be stabbed in the back then watch the blood spill? this whole happy something day is getting old... hmmm... well i'm going to opera ed today and that means that i dont have to be at school until … Continue reading Resurrected from the annals of my livejournal