urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nameless_one This disspassionate report of the things I like to hear. Eron Deleon 2004-10-27T03:43:37Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nameless_one:147398 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z 2004-10-27T03:43:37Z Some days it just doesn't seem worth it to fight down the anger...<br /><br /><i> I don't need no arms around me...</i><br /><br />No matter how much people tell you that being angry is more consuming, it is still the easier route...<br /><br /><i> And I don't need no drugs to calm me </i><br /><br />It's not that the world is against you, quite the contrary, the world seems bent on making everything perfect so the best parts of you are reppressed by surroundings of serene benevolence...<br /><br /><i> I have seen the write on the wall. </i><br /><br />It becomes true then, that the things that make you happy, do not make you happy, but you are merely content with the continuity of their continued pressence, and you won't ever admit to yourself that you're not happy, because that would mean a painful fall into the unknown...<br /><br /><i> I don't think I need anything at all... </i><br /><br />And then it all boils up, and you simply let the self control go<br /><br /><br />and reap the whirlwind....