March 13, 2004

• Bastard. I want to break you in half, until your own bones pierce straight through your thin layers of flesh and the marrow oozes out along with a jetstream of blood. I’ll smash you with my head, my fists, elbows, and knees. Yes, you can hurt me, but with my own set of morals and a surge of adrenaline at my fingertips nothing can stop me if you even try to provoke me. Even if I break, I am certain that you will break twice as much. Life. It’s about what your willing to take, not what your willing to give. I am the divine wind.

  
  

  Something inside me makes me infuriated, something that won’t stop. There is no true face to the one that I hate most. All that exists is the pain and bloody stress in which I alone devote to this world. On a brighter side, the time of spring is here. Have a great week, everyone.

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