that place, is a carnival soaked in 'kermit the frog' green.
it servers the weak, the wicked, and the lost.
i join in on the fun from now and then,
but by the witching hour they are devouring one another.
these kids eat one another alive when push comes to shove.
i've walked away from enough moments that would only lead to a conclusion that would emotionally feel quite similar to a pretty bad case of blue balls or playing a whole circuit in Mario Kart to find out you finished fourth.
tonight there were moments.
moments to hold my tongue, some to bite it hard, some to twist at, some to stuck out to.
but i'll still mix them up in my chrome bowl. take the good with the worst and forget the bad competely.
it's still that frog green that it all gets doused in.
it puts me off,
keeps me staring away from the smile that sits patiently beside me.
it has me unfocusing my eyes from the freak show
losing myself in the blur to how its been the past few weeks.
my bed is full and then its empty. and i know i comprimised alot, and i know i dont feel any wrong by it.
but she reminds me of the devil on my coattails how it's all coming down on our heads one day or another and i embrace the void our destination presents. i guess.
the words are weighing down. i'm tired now.
green light stained, once again Grimmed yet content of being capable to carry out whatever dingy place i've made myself.
Cheers to the freak show, that little carnival that spins wildly in most of us.
Cheers to next summer, because quite frankly this one feels fixed
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Fey Grim
regardless of Michael and Farrah's fates we tread on, boats against the current....
i continue to broaden the distance between me and things oh so complicated.
i still dance with the moon beams, and the sun beams. only now it's harder and with such violence.
so this little number walks into the bar tonight and i know her and she cocks her head to the side and gives me a curious look. and i know she recognizes me but she can't place it. but she wants to place it.. and for good reason.
See, one night i was more gentlemanly than one ought to be and i took care of her while she was going off the deep end on a weekend stupor. She could only make out offensive 5 word sentences before she had to bow her head to the pavement again.
As best as i could i kept her head afloat, she only said nice things to me. Every passerby got the lash of her inebriated tongue.
I finally carry her into the party that she insists we must go to and things are going well...
hmm, as well as they could given the circumstances.
we talk a bit, we dance, we bring our bodies closer. we hug more. we kiss some, we're heating things up. she's leveling out and recognizing me as an ally, as a friend.
i tell her i'll be back with some drinks,
head to the bar and buy her a gin and tonic and a rye and ginger for myself.
i walk back through the zoo and find her pressed up against someone else.
and in that moment i did what any sensible person would do.
i look at the guy and make notes in my head of all the amazing things he is. how he is the opposite of me, how he demolishes all my short comings. and in their corner of ravagement a tap the little number on her shoulder, she turns quick and i hand her the drink.
then i continue my night on the other side of the room. drinking off the coldness of the winter weather outside and to beige out the corner these two are occupying.
tonight, in much better weather, she sits across from me and is cocking her head to the side. and i grin back.
someone tries to introduce us but she stops him and says "no, i know you from somewhere"
and i say "you do, we've met before"
"really? where?"
i just smile and turn back to my conversation. Throughout the night i catch her giving me that same look. cocking to the side. she's trying to remember something, a recognition she had on some far gone colder night.
i'm too busy dancing the moon and the soon beams.
while the rest of the world lives in a state of caution, i push for a state of uncomplication.
while this is one boring place to push for, it gets me by. The car is moving too fast to jump into the road so i'll just turn up the radio and let the smooth sounds of MJ singing "rock wit you" take me away.
i continue to broaden the distance between me and things oh so complicated.
i still dance with the moon beams, and the sun beams. only now it's harder and with such violence.
so this little number walks into the bar tonight and i know her and she cocks her head to the side and gives me a curious look. and i know she recognizes me but she can't place it. but she wants to place it.. and for good reason.
See, one night i was more gentlemanly than one ought to be and i took care of her while she was going off the deep end on a weekend stupor. She could only make out offensive 5 word sentences before she had to bow her head to the pavement again.
As best as i could i kept her head afloat, she only said nice things to me. Every passerby got the lash of her inebriated tongue.
I finally carry her into the party that she insists we must go to and things are going well...
hmm, as well as they could given the circumstances.
we talk a bit, we dance, we bring our bodies closer. we hug more. we kiss some, we're heating things up. she's leveling out and recognizing me as an ally, as a friend.
i tell her i'll be back with some drinks,
head to the bar and buy her a gin and tonic and a rye and ginger for myself.
i walk back through the zoo and find her pressed up against someone else.
and in that moment i did what any sensible person would do.
i look at the guy and make notes in my head of all the amazing things he is. how he is the opposite of me, how he demolishes all my short comings. and in their corner of ravagement a tap the little number on her shoulder, she turns quick and i hand her the drink.
then i continue my night on the other side of the room. drinking off the coldness of the winter weather outside and to beige out the corner these two are occupying.
tonight, in much better weather, she sits across from me and is cocking her head to the side. and i grin back.
someone tries to introduce us but she stops him and says "no, i know you from somewhere"
and i say "you do, we've met before"
"really? where?"
i just smile and turn back to my conversation. Throughout the night i catch her giving me that same look. cocking to the side. she's trying to remember something, a recognition she had on some far gone colder night.
i'm too busy dancing the moon and the soon beams.
while the rest of the world lives in a state of caution, i push for a state of uncomplication.
while this is one boring place to push for, it gets me by. The car is moving too fast to jump into the road so i'll just turn up the radio and let the smooth sounds of MJ singing "rock wit you" take me away.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wrong House
So the other week i was on a big drunk (not like now, which is a little one, drinkin a six and watching 300; so many men, so many tight, bodied men) where i decided to go out a walkin. i had drank a bottle of wine first thing that morning, and, unable to stay at home with my parents, who were understandably worried i left the house figuring i could go see my old friend kyle, who just might be at home. i showed to his house after hitting the liquor store but as it turns out he had recnently moceved out and i stumbled upon a friendly looking dude and 2 chicks drinking a bottle of wine. i asked if this was still my frends house and they had no idea, having just started there habitaion. but, upon seeing i had booze with me they invited me in, where i talked at length to the guy about modern elcotro/house becuase he was a dj. i asked what his name was and he said frank. i asked waht his dj name was and he said the same. frank the dj? dj frank. i played soem soulwax for him and he played me his own shit, which was good. we smoked and drank down there in my former friends bedroom, now a sound studio. as it happens i was too drunk and upon going upstairs and finishing my own booz i just took a big swig of the wine bottle, at which both women were horrified, i believe one saying she no longer wanted to drink her booze. i looked to dj frank for supposrt but he was all like nah man, that wasnt cool. so i left promptly after that, think i may have fell down and hit the curve, not sure, my hip is bruised. or was, it was a while ago.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
fixed, forked, and fortified
my phone keeps rubbing my leg. its vibrating the whole night.
i read the text. my company is request northward. but i don't mind it where i am.
but i, being the gentleman that i am, oblige and head to Sneaky Dees. a bar that i thought i could wash off my skin completely but the stench of it lingers. It smells of new flesh. younger flesh. and too many green coloured bottles downed much too quickly.
I'm half in the bag a sit down with a green bottle waiting and willing on table sitting across from young flesh that's grasping on to young flesh.
we start talking about film and i get it right away.
I'm the elder here. i have the right of way. these bodies shiver in my presence but they have balls, unlike i did when i was them. they want to impress but they can't. i have know more, i call their bluffs i see through their bullshit.
this new requesting flesh rubbing on newer flesh keeps making eyes with me and i should feel alone. i should feel ashamed or at least some what embarrassed. but i ain't. I'm half gone and all i really need is to finish this bottle and get out of here.
i down it quick and tell the kiddies to fuck off about star trek.
i go to unlock my bike, drunk and riding is never a good idea but fuck it, i wear a helmet.
this desperate youth hugs me, kisses me gently asks me how i've been. i laugh and nod along, i tell her that it was nice to meet her new boyfriend. and she laughs, longer than she ought to.
she says "no, god no. he isn't my boyfriend. he's asleep. this is just some guy. oh i'm so bad" she says laughing. repeating it over and over whilst giggling "i'm so bad"
then she looks me square in the eyes and says "sorry"
i bite down on the cigarette i'm lighting up and say "its ok"
but what im really thinking is "im glad im not your boyfriend"
on my ride home i see the two young bodies in a fury on the street. unashamed, unworried, letting go. giving it their all cause really, fuck it. right? just fuck it.
i should feel old. my bones should wiggle with tension but i dont care anymore.
im too old to mind and too young to care.
its all big joke.
i get home and a group of men are yelling "GANG BANG GANG BANG!" and a giggling girl on their walk home. some nights you realize that no matter where you could be in the world, whether it be hitting on Swiss women in the alps, necking on a canoe in the Yukon, or just making love to your computer in a Brooklyn loft. that no matter where we are we are all too silly. too quick at the draw. too willing, yet too withholding.
the women want husbands, the men want concubines. and the meek shall inherit the Earth.
today was the first day i rode my bike without holding the bars. i pedaled and dance down every street i could. i did it drunk on the way home too. i think it comes from an overwhelming feeling of just letting go. not fearing the biting of the curb and embracing sun and moon beams alike.
The city is mating, the people are fucking in disgusting ways, and some of us are drinking too much. we are the people of the streets under pressure.
pressure pushing down on me, its pushing down on you
i read the text. my company is request northward. but i don't mind it where i am.
but i, being the gentleman that i am, oblige and head to Sneaky Dees. a bar that i thought i could wash off my skin completely but the stench of it lingers. It smells of new flesh. younger flesh. and too many green coloured bottles downed much too quickly.
I'm half in the bag a sit down with a green bottle waiting and willing on table sitting across from young flesh that's grasping on to young flesh.
we start talking about film and i get it right away.
I'm the elder here. i have the right of way. these bodies shiver in my presence but they have balls, unlike i did when i was them. they want to impress but they can't. i have know more, i call their bluffs i see through their bullshit.
this new requesting flesh rubbing on newer flesh keeps making eyes with me and i should feel alone. i should feel ashamed or at least some what embarrassed. but i ain't. I'm half gone and all i really need is to finish this bottle and get out of here.
i down it quick and tell the kiddies to fuck off about star trek.
i go to unlock my bike, drunk and riding is never a good idea but fuck it, i wear a helmet.
this desperate youth hugs me, kisses me gently asks me how i've been. i laugh and nod along, i tell her that it was nice to meet her new boyfriend. and she laughs, longer than she ought to.
she says "no, god no. he isn't my boyfriend. he's asleep. this is just some guy. oh i'm so bad" she says laughing. repeating it over and over whilst giggling "i'm so bad"
then she looks me square in the eyes and says "sorry"
i bite down on the cigarette i'm lighting up and say "its ok"
but what im really thinking is "im glad im not your boyfriend"
on my ride home i see the two young bodies in a fury on the street. unashamed, unworried, letting go. giving it their all cause really, fuck it. right? just fuck it.
i should feel old. my bones should wiggle with tension but i dont care anymore.
im too old to mind and too young to care.
its all big joke.
i get home and a group of men are yelling "GANG BANG GANG BANG!" and a giggling girl on their walk home. some nights you realize that no matter where you could be in the world, whether it be hitting on Swiss women in the alps, necking on a canoe in the Yukon, or just making love to your computer in a Brooklyn loft. that no matter where we are we are all too silly. too quick at the draw. too willing, yet too withholding.
the women want husbands, the men want concubines. and the meek shall inherit the Earth.
today was the first day i rode my bike without holding the bars. i pedaled and dance down every street i could. i did it drunk on the way home too. i think it comes from an overwhelming feeling of just letting go. not fearing the biting of the curb and embracing sun and moon beams alike.
The city is mating, the people are fucking in disgusting ways, and some of us are drinking too much. we are the people of the streets under pressure.
pressure pushing down on me, its pushing down on you
Saturday, June 6, 2009
learning the curves
when the green is cleared away and your ball is set up on the tee, please take the shot.
just take it, you might as well.
even tho Bill Murray is watching you from the bushes
if you just take the shot and send it into the woods then fuck it. at least you gave the voyeurs watching some damn entertainment.
you got the club, take the shot, fuck what everyone else thinks.
just you, some grass, and balls. hit it!
but do, however, take into account the wind factor.
cause Toronto blows mighty hard,
it comes from the east in the early afternoon and the west in the night... be warned
just take it, you might as well.
even tho Bill Murray is watching you from the bushes
if you just take the shot and send it into the woods then fuck it. at least you gave the voyeurs watching some damn entertainment.
you got the club, take the shot, fuck what everyone else thinks.
just you, some grass, and balls. hit it!
but do, however, take into account the wind factor.
cause Toronto blows mighty hard,
it comes from the east in the early afternoon and the west in the night... be warned
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
parks of theme.. jurassic in style.. maybe? or a can of worms i didn't even know i opened
lately, i've stopped reading as much
but i've watched more.. if that computes.
but yeah
i
today
today was a very long day. three hours sleep, bike rode till i tore a ligament
and work
and jurassic park
as i hard as i try it always comes back to jurassic park
i think if you dig theme parks jurassic park really resonates with you. and i do, like theme parks.
no i love em'
people have said thats lame. or judge me based on it. like how lame it is to go to some all inclusive resort that shields you from the country you actually visit but just gives you a beauty of a view.
no, for a fee people can shield you from the poverty and shit that makes living a life in most places on this planet unbearable. but fuck people go. of course.
don't judge the payers for these things. don't say they are shallow, although most certainly can be, or they're bad people.
i would totally go all unclusive in a country rife with political and social unrest. its what you got to do.
listen kiddies were not saving the world be living in a first country with all the benifits of fine dine living. if you can afford to just "enjoy a view" then please be all means take it.
its our only chance. really its our only chnace to just connect to this damned planet of ours. and in that snapshot of beauty. no matter how over played a beach in jamica is over the mountains of asia it's still fucking beauty.
you must and need to find it where you can.
its all we got left. just such beauty.
the world is shit. dont ever forget.
but a all inclusive resort or a theme park doesnt make me forget that, it just reminds me of what dreams could come on our planet.
an all inclusive resort can give us such snapshots to know how beautiful our planet is.
a theme park can show the fantastic imagination of human kind.
in short, just because you aren't backpacking through the worst of south america but are instead sitting on a beach in west africa where all your food and drink is already paid for, don't feel so fucking guilty.
this is our world. this is what was made before any of us presently living had a say. and yes it should change and yes we all should have a chance to experince such pleasures.
but just because you think your summer vacay away was "inspirational" doesn't make my trip to universal studios "disgusting"
i, like you, found beauty.
now please got out my face, if i had richer parents you'd be more quiet
but i've watched more.. if that computes.
but yeah
i
today
today was a very long day. three hours sleep, bike rode till i tore a ligament
and work
and jurassic park
as i hard as i try it always comes back to jurassic park
i think if you dig theme parks jurassic park really resonates with you. and i do, like theme parks.
no i love em'
people have said thats lame. or judge me based on it. like how lame it is to go to some all inclusive resort that shields you from the country you actually visit but just gives you a beauty of a view.
no, for a fee people can shield you from the poverty and shit that makes living a life in most places on this planet unbearable. but fuck people go. of course.
don't judge the payers for these things. don't say they are shallow, although most certainly can be, or they're bad people.
i would totally go all unclusive in a country rife with political and social unrest. its what you got to do.
listen kiddies were not saving the world be living in a first country with all the benifits of fine dine living. if you can afford to just "enjoy a view" then please be all means take it.
its our only chance. really its our only chnace to just connect to this damned planet of ours. and in that snapshot of beauty. no matter how over played a beach in jamica is over the mountains of asia it's still fucking beauty.
you must and need to find it where you can.
its all we got left. just such beauty.
the world is shit. dont ever forget.
but a all inclusive resort or a theme park doesnt make me forget that, it just reminds me of what dreams could come on our planet.
an all inclusive resort can give us such snapshots to know how beautiful our planet is.
a theme park can show the fantastic imagination of human kind.
in short, just because you aren't backpacking through the worst of south america but are instead sitting on a beach in west africa where all your food and drink is already paid for, don't feel so fucking guilty.
this is our world. this is what was made before any of us presently living had a say. and yes it should change and yes we all should have a chance to experince such pleasures.
but just because you think your summer vacay away was "inspirational" doesn't make my trip to universal studios "disgusting"
i, like you, found beauty.
now please got out my face, if i had richer parents you'd be more quiet
Monday, May 25, 2009
Why is it so hard to Take?
Life, in reference to the title. why? the other day i was sitting, drunk in muy backyard, smoking and getting away from my memories and false hopes and i saw a bumblebee, one of my favourite creature, laying, broken on the ground, its waing no longer able to fly. i loked at it for a long time looked at its inability to fly anymore and it made me so sad. like a boy bouncing a ball waiting for someone to join in or a girl looking for a prom date or me. i stepped on the poor bastard to put him her out o fits misery, not wantimng trhe ants to eat it alaive. it was one of the saddest moments i have experienced in a long time. why is that? why does the death of somethning so small mean so much? ahhh such a quewstion! because these things mean to us and to me christ almiighty i need to leave online networking behind and die an e death, dont want it anymoir,. don'tr wabnt to be coonected or anything. it will only cause heartache and tired masterbation that only causes well, i said that already didnt i? smashing myselfd in bars around town doesnt help and after too much to drink i',m still too fucking lucid. where is the angel of forgetfulness, so i can stop bothering all yuo peoiple with my frustratiomn and need. it isn't at the bottom of a pint nor is it in time nor knowing nor anything. i tear my hair out. i tear my heart out. i want to. smashimng and smashing agian and agian where is my giant rabbit and soundtrack. staring atr fucking keys on a jkey board i write aat length in a diary and hate mys4elf and drink and sm,okje. christ almighty i'm such a loser and and .........and. last action hereo. i spent the last two days watching his movies and thinkng why. it isnt fun and i dont do it on puurposae aND am i nice guy i think hope want to be. now i get stoned. feelin good, feelin oh, so fine, until tomorrow but that just some other time.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
dodge balls
i've been dropping balls all over the place lately.
Mostly because i don't want to play anymore.
No, it's more like i was picked to be on the "skins" team, and i really dont want to take off my shirt. fucking gym teachers
Mostly because i don't want to play anymore.
No, it's more like i was picked to be on the "skins" team, and i really dont want to take off my shirt. fucking gym teachers
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
The Depths of Depravity
i have watched some docs about bdsm and how far that can go, and the dark underbelly of jap prostituition. they are unhappy. like me. way to go human race, you sick group you.
on my own level i pray for more monday nights, please come back. i'm so goddamned good, and willing.
on my own level i pray for more monday nights, please come back. i'm so goddamned good, and willing.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
lemonare
i cough aloud.
bittersweet... i like that idea.
something that is bittersweet.
sweet yet bitter. hmm what else can one do to an idea such as this?
it's a hotcold... that doesn't work.
a spicymild.. no.
a fastslow... no.
a rightwrong... not quite.
a GreekColombian.... i'll let that pass.
anyways, bittersweet. i'll take it.
i don't really know what to say but school is for dummies.
and dummies are for lemonade.
pick your side
bittersweet... i like that idea.
something that is bittersweet.
sweet yet bitter. hmm what else can one do to an idea such as this?
it's a hotcold... that doesn't work.
a spicymild.. no.
a fastslow... no.
a rightwrong... not quite.
a GreekColombian.... i'll let that pass.
anyways, bittersweet. i'll take it.
i don't really know what to say but school is for dummies.
and dummies are for lemonade.
pick your side
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
what times? now times? never times? what.. try it out
ok ok,
top 5 best times!
5: that time we went to the park and then hahaha and then that guy ian like lighted all that shit on fire. and then the cops came and i gave them some crazy wrong name and the girl i was with followed suit and we walked away to some bushes and watched the fire that the police desperatly wanted to put it out. it wasn't a big fire. but they had to call in the fireguys to take care of it. it was kinda sad. but we waited and watched till dawn.
4: that one time when i ran into the lake naked... no wait... that sucked.
3: that time in junior year when we skipped class to make a movie instead but then we soon realised that the best place to film everything was in fact at school. so we went back and made a movie. it was a funny movie.
2: when it was raining and then you know like all that stuff happened. cause it rained so we just like did all this weird stuff indoors. what the fuck!
1: right now, this is a good time. this makes me happy.. fuckatit
...
should this kind of horrid shit be allowed on the internet? i dunna, who cares. it's become our own personal place to dump our shit. if there's millons of pages dedicated to beastiality then why can't one page be reserved for the want and urge of a drunkie to splurge a bit all over the face of the net? jsut one page... anyways.
we're always loooking for more members so email us up. and shit.
one rule you gotta post tho.
fooools.
ok so quick poem:
eat some bum
top 5 best times!
5: that time we went to the park and then hahaha and then that guy ian like lighted all that shit on fire. and then the cops came and i gave them some crazy wrong name and the girl i was with followed suit and we walked away to some bushes and watched the fire that the police desperatly wanted to put it out. it wasn't a big fire. but they had to call in the fireguys to take care of it. it was kinda sad. but we waited and watched till dawn.
4: that one time when i ran into the lake naked... no wait... that sucked.
3: that time in junior year when we skipped class to make a movie instead but then we soon realised that the best place to film everything was in fact at school. so we went back and made a movie. it was a funny movie.
2: when it was raining and then you know like all that stuff happened. cause it rained so we just like did all this weird stuff indoors. what the fuck!
1: right now, this is a good time. this makes me happy.. fuckatit
...
should this kind of horrid shit be allowed on the internet? i dunna, who cares. it's become our own personal place to dump our shit. if there's millons of pages dedicated to beastiality then why can't one page be reserved for the want and urge of a drunkie to splurge a bit all over the face of the net? jsut one page... anyways.
we're always loooking for more members so email us up. and shit.
one rule you gotta post tho.
fooools.
ok so quick poem:
eat some bum
Saturday, April 18, 2009
In Way, Shape or Form.
so i;'ve bneen around enough to knoew aht is what. and to be quite honest shit is neve like it seems. i can still smell the sb vomit stench. i can still smell my longing. i'm glad teres a new vag up in here. inst that awseome? l;ik,e, i have to pee, which is the first couple letters of penis, but what if that were changed. " i gotta take a vag" wouldnt that be awesome? it would also get people to be more comfortable hearing about vagina's in thier proper "medical" term usage. cunt is ugly but pussy is quite nice i think. "i'd really like to eat your pussy" oh? you don't say. hot, chris rock got it with the qholw "hrrm, well, i dunno, i'd like to suck your penis" MY Penis? what are you a goddadmned doctore! he made very good poinrs that i don't hink have any [lace here bvut its good to respect. its also good to note that i really am the best damn lover that yuou have a chance to meet, that goes for both y'all. but in some different ways.
dick mitten
i'mdrunk now. and i'm on a computer. so guy wants me to post. what a fascist. yeah i fixes it. he doesn't like that. i had the hiccips but i ate a piiza
so i guess being drunk is funny to you? why would that be funny? it's sad. i drank tonight because i was feeling frustrated and i was not happy with the mood i was in.
sometimes you dink with your friends and the next thing you know hteyre in their underwear and a white blazer, all miami vices magazine. talking dirty and biting yuo.
still, even though he;s disgusting we're gonna dhack up with ut friends and we'll be happy for the next year NON STOP HAPPINESS.
with chorecharts and cooking together and talking about realness.
now he wants to knowwhat throwing up in a vagina is called.
sick.
seriously
?
so i guess being drunk is funny to you? why would that be funny? it's sad. i drank tonight because i was feeling frustrated and i was not happy with the mood i was in.
sometimes you dink with your friends and the next thing you know hteyre in their underwear and a white blazer, all miami vices magazine. talking dirty and biting yuo.
still, even though he;s disgusting we're gonna dhack up with ut friends and we'll be happy for the next year NON STOP HAPPINESS.
with chorecharts and cooking together and talking about realness.
now he wants to knowwhat throwing up in a vagina is called.
sick.
seriously
?
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
So Many Names
i was Jay Gatsby for an evening.
i was Young Werther for over a year.
i am Raskolinikov when i am stealing.
i am Humbert when i watch hannah montanah.
i am Narcissus when i look in a mirror and i was Demain when i boxed.
i am Chinaski when i drink and Jean val Jean when i recvoer.
i can be Benji when i golf and Casanova when i love.
i am Rorsharch when uncompromising and Gull when i kill.
i am Frodo with conviction and Sam with my friends.
i'll be Howard Roark in New York and John Galt when i leave.
i'm Nora when unloved and Hedda Gabler when i am.
I feel like Meursault most of the time, especially when i swim.
i was Young Werther for over a year.
i am Raskolinikov when i am stealing.
i am Humbert when i watch hannah montanah.
i am Narcissus when i look in a mirror and i was Demain when i boxed.
i am Chinaski when i drink and Jean val Jean when i recvoer.
i can be Benji when i golf and Casanova when i love.
i am Rorsharch when uncompromising and Gull when i kill.
i am Frodo with conviction and Sam with my friends.
i'll be Howard Roark in New York and John Galt when i leave.
i'm Nora when unloved and Hedda Gabler when i am.
I feel like Meursault most of the time, especially when i swim.
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