Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

Are you writing to me now that we don't see each other? I said to myself "I will be a part of that narrative" and knew it stronger than the most imperfect of diamonds. You get what you dream, and I always get what I want. Will formed into reality, I require no religion but instead the fury and passion of knowing that I am responsible for the situations of my living. I dreamed of a girl that could love me as much as I loved them, and I found one but I hadn't stipulated that she actually feel that way towards me, more that such feelings were merely possible.

Hardly difficult, grabbing that vile little welshman with a name synonymous with chaos and destruction around the throat, I spit my demands into his face. "You might be the end of stars and galaxies, and destroy entire civilisations, cultures, races, and beings. But interpersonal relations are formulaic and you are easy to corral." If he wants, he will end up making me die of some terrible unforeseen malady, but in most of my life I will not bend to him.

The vast majority of people see the world as strange and unknowing, whereas I see it as painfully predictable.

I can't help but agree.

I still can't bring myself to force it, not even being certain that I can. Inspire love in others, I have done this before, but I require the burning of starlight, which I refuse to force. If you actually desire to be with me, if I am actually worth it to you, I shouldn't have to meddle.

I'm reprogramming, rewriting code, and I didn't even know I was. Things have shifted, my life has changed. Even towards you, things are shifting. The question is, at what level does what exist? You write lines at a level deeper than I do: whereas I write top-down, you write down-top. Logic into knowledge instead of knowledge into logic.

Are you written lower than I can reach? Or that I would allow myself to reach?

Reminder: Korean Movie Mondays is today (movie), meet at my house at 8:30pm.