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By King Dinosaur, Section Diaries
Posted on Tue Jul 5th, 2005 at 08:40:20 AM PDT
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The last five days have been gruelling. This is exhaustion in its finest form. Good and Bad has taken its toll and left me disoriented and confused and extremely fatigued.
Last night's dreams were violent and disturbing. I was mainly the perpetrator of the violence, but I received almost as much as I dealt out. The hit of acid that ZomBfied slipped me probably didn't help. That's "dream" acid, to clarify - Zomb didn't actually give me any drugs.
Lately.
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| I'm tired. Tired of Death. Tired of being unsure. Tired of playing this stupid game. One of us is going to give - either Me, or the World at Large. I have a feeling which one it will be. But, damn if I ain't stubborn. Even when the Bitter End is in sight, I can't seem to accept it. Is this called "perseverance", "determination" or "denial"?
Happy birthday, you big, bloated cesspool of a country. For good or ill, I am bred from your degenerate, leperous loins. Get drunk and blow shit up in celebration and those of us who have to get up at the crack of dawn to try and survive be damned.
Maybe violence is the solution. As disturbing as my dreams have been, it sure felt good to just unload and deal on those who deserve it.
You think anybody wants a roundhouse kick to the head while I'm wearing these bad boys? Forget about it!
Fuck us all. |
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