| I hate aggressive, sadistic cruelty. I think people who act that way are dangerous, and should be treated as such. |
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| One of the things I hate is the feeling that my mind is somehow clouded, usually when I wake up in the morning I feel like my brain is only working at 40% capacity, when I want to write something intelligent and think about wonderful things, it bothers me. Like toys scattered in a hallway, I stumble over my words and my thoughts. Radiators loudly bang, cats mew, trucks roar and everything seems to keep me awake. I wonder if I'm just not getting enough sleep, or maybe–I'm malnourished from years of varying acid levels in my stomach–who knows the cause?
This is my hope. This is my plan. To be smarter, to think more efficiently, more eloquently. I want people who normally talk at me to be forced to stop and listen, for once. I feel an ever increasing pressure to do something meaningful, to stop letting myself being driven by others, to grab the reigns that I have given away.
...Sometimes all it takes is the right song to be inspired. |
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this is my sword
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