The Second Rebirth

There was a time when I used to believe. I used to believe in msyelf. I used to believe that in msyelf I was all I would ever need. A time when in myself, I was all I would ever want. There was a time when in me was everything and anything I would ever yearn for. That time has past. Hello Tomorrow.

This picture is accurate for the description that I am planning to lay out over myself. I have killed off everyone in my life before, my friends my family, my passion's my desires, and it was somewhat for the good once. Once I was a monster. Once I was nothing and once I was everything. Now, I know better. The world of today, written in text is a bastion of foul and and lost peoples, some peoples are not foul and or lost, they stand alone and have others gander at them and gawk at them; these are the proud few who have found what they were in search of, the few who understand what they were looking for. They are different. So they must be bad... right? They are unique... so they can't be funny... right? They are divine.... so they can't be fun... right? How shallow a world is painted though the window that has no end in every living room. How sad a bastion it coats the world in. There is no remorse for such trechery. There is no reality outside that which is painted in the box. How sad and wicked this little object is... how sad and belitting...

Save the world. Turn off your T.V.

Spilling the world one cup at a time, hoping to cause the masses to understand; Truth.

Ta