@rei: lovely... "michele"... appropriate for a small cat, yes.
the nuns i'm currently living with are going to kill me. as much as i try to show moderation, they keep on offering me delicious meals all the time - i know that tonight i'm having dinner with a friend so i wanted to skip lunch, but no, they have this wonderful rabbit dish that i can't pass on... of course i will not, given how rabbit is my fave food, but if this keeps going on for a while i will grow horribly fat!
aside from this, i feel quite good. i think i sorted out some priorities for the future and i'm in the mood for blood for blood songs... but rahvin has their best record and i have not, this is sad
i'm going to be real angry and real tough and real mean in the next six months, much as i did during the summer (apparently this system yields good results).
it's embarassing that the most appropriate word to describe my frame of mind now, and during the majority of the good times in my life, should be
weaponized , but no matter how many times i try to escape the fray with the adoption of sensible attitudes it falls down on me again and again. apparently, i am not built to make sense, at least relationship-wise.
Every time I try to be decent, positive, leave the machine guns at home and behave differently from the way a destroyer ship would I invariably get
into trouble and ultimately suffer strong negative repercussions. Oh well (says, jumping into the mech armor), there's lots of things to do that do not involve anything but brain and maybe hands, skipping the heart part. Gotta take care of them now. Sort of gives me a conqueror's euphoria, and, as the song goes, "if you don't like you can suck my dick", which for the occasion I will switch to "if you don't like it, you can suck rahvin's dick", if only because I do not have a dick.
march or croak, march or croak
all your lives a bloody joke
fill your days with piss and smoke
the wolf waits at your door
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