go blind.

a bLack dice and a white dice

Sunday, July 04, 2004

another day nears its end. time flew as usual. here i am in my haven. the words "freedom fighters" stare back at me. urging me to write.

so i begin....

today i fought valiantly with dragons, decimated robotic guardians, summoned clouds of deadly insects, sought the wrath of higher beings, summoned bizarre entities to my aid, raced to free an angel and her vengeance, today i played.

magic.

this wasn't supposed to be about that.

oh well.

today was pretty interesting. fighting dragons was really rewarding. imagine six dragons, all aiming their fiery mouths at your skull, dying because of a huge holy explosion that could only be conjured with the help of gods. spectacular.

nothing much to say,than you're high above the mucky muck...

oh well.

i hate being cut. iv been reconnecting for a while now. the sickest thing was that after a few minutes, id be cut again. it a bitch.

sleep calls. should i answer? maybe later, or never.

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and then there was me.
an ambitious kid wandering alone in this train wreck called life.
fascinated by inanimate things and dastardly gaps in time.
wondering why the possibility of finding happiness
seems as slim a chance as finding penguins in the dessert.
he laughs.
laughs in mockery. laughs in fear. laughs in anger.
but his favorite laughter is that which hides the gloom
which has evolved from being an acquaintance to an intimate friend.
such is the demise of an observer trapped inside a toppled box.
ensconced inside a niche of shadows,
he laughs aloud just to drown the deafening silence

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