I read a lot of blogs today and my reflection smirked all over their pages. I have absolutely no reason to offer just a bit of sympathy for anyone. Irony should be the best word to name the motivation of my immediate reactions to their own shit on their web spaces. I offer love-I am given hate, I offer peace-i recieve indifference, I offer cooperation-I get betrayal. So the "reasonable" friend asks: what has been done to the little boy who dances to have such malicious conclusions? I say "what has been done?" I have come to a conclusion that everyone knows the flaws of their existence, of their pyches. And what differentiates people is the degree of how much they acknowledge such flaws and how much they understand them and more, how much they try to correct them, should they need and/or be suitable for correction.
I try to comprehend the thoughts of my peers...why they tell me one second they'd do this, which, requires my adaptation to such immediate proclivities and the next second, they resort to a totally different action. Much to my dismay, I am shoved into this pile of ashes from a recent cremation, far away in isolation from landbridge that links life and death.
Condemned as an individual with a heavy connotation of dread implies that I am not suppposed to carry such "dread" with certain entities and for that, not to talk instinctively to my peers. Ok. Then I am confronted with a rain of arrows from Leng Meng county, the home of Nameless. NoFace meets Nameless...no less. Let me then say the holy "Fuck You!"
Like a representative of the Opposition, I cannot swallow such unrighteous, uncalled-for, and unjustified indignation. Unauthorized actions are also unacceptable. I will not be subject to you dear king, nor will I extend diplomacy to your primitivism.
My apologies to the raving but talented lunatic (like myself) for such awkwardness in a supposed ceasefire area. I wish I could have celebrated with you in a more "joyful" manner. You deserve such a turn of the wheel.
Reality should not be confined by the concrete presence of peers. It should be confirmed within the bounds of the self. This is what I have learned.
Moments after writing the September 07 post, I felt the familiar tingle, heard thunder echo in my ears from my brain and the violent beat of my heart. I AM Freedom once again. And this is not an error in grammar. Super Perfundo.
