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Monday, August 04, 2008
I just want to throw in the towel and exclaim 'Take me. Just do whatever the hell you want. I'm too tired to keep this up anymore.' This facade.This pretence. This game. You say it's not a game, but it is.I can't go on wanting to maintain my virtuous thoughts when inside I feel like a fucking cesspool of falsity and excessiveness of nothingness.Let me just be base. I grow. I prosper;Now, gods, stand up for bastards!I finally understand the allure of debauchery. I thought I'd put it behind me. But no, baseness is never far from one's stead. It's always a step ahead of you."Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead."- William Shakespeare, King Lear, 4.7.46
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