It's not me that wants this...
Seeing everyone want so much for me... my own mother watching me like a sinking ship, a view that is only to be seen for an instant before sinking, slinkering down to tremulous depths....
Such revulsion... such hatred.... not anyone else's... my own... it burns my heart... it is the only feeling i have...
This world can be so damn gentle... so damn gentle when you need it most... if you look in the right way i guess you can see this.
such statements stink of spirit but tug me along ...
To win, to lose, ... these are things...
but the emptiness that saps my soul...
God...
hahah
If Copernicus, Tesla, or Hendrix had blogs... err... the faint shadows of their blogs caught in a blast of cold wind might resemble what is presented in this Tome o' Darkness xD
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