2005-03-28 - 10:09 p.m.
This will be different.
Have you ever held a weapon? I mean REALLY held a weapon?
Have you ever been in a place where you had but a couple of...close ties...and everyone else was either "no one" or an enemy?
Can you imagine being surrounded by people who you thought might be willing to kill you simply because of the plot of land you were born on? Instead of killing you...they just stare...watching you drive by...and in their minds they hold a seed. That seed is a tiny energy that could give birth to a single idea, and then an action, and then...you're instincts lead to the place where you live...or die.
I know it doesn't make sense to you. I know you can't imagine driving past these people and seeing the malice in their eyes, but trust me...it's there;
Especially if you're...born on this plot of land.
America! Home of the free...and the brave.
A bottle of wine and a glass later, I'm three sheets and a yard arm to the wind. I just finished watching "Saw" and in my opinion it was fucking brilliant.
So, this is the time and the place where I reveal my secrets; I'm drunk and have NO inhibitions, so it's not only appropriate, but also a moral imperative.
Do I write well, or am I just fooling myself?
Blood. That's our topic today, kiddies. Blood. Say it with me.
There is something within me...way down deep inside that lives on instinct alone. That thing, a thing which I have never come to know, craves deeply. It is an animal desire, fueled by rage and by a past that has escaped humanity for millions of years. It is the "ID". It is what we call instinct.
I don't know how many of you are aware of the ID, but I am acutely aware...it rules my base desires. I push it down, fight it, ignore it, but it is always there. It taunts me...it...beckons.
But, I ignore it. I look away always...never giving in to it.
Is it healthy to ignore such callings? Is it damaging?
Hehe...I've already said too much.
Those of you who don't truly know me, don't want to know me further.
Those of you who do...you've hung in for a reason.
Is this truth, or is this fiction? You decide.
Goodnight, kiddies.
