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I'm spending more time in my own skin again. Piece by piece, brick by brick, I am rebuilding myself with a structure of routine. You have the technology. I walk with gravity again, like I own the place, like my steps could cut a line through life, like my outline is burned out of the surrounding space. My way with words, my vocabulary, my charisma, my confidence. Another brick, on top of the other.
I became tired with immaturity, I have become sick of weakness. I will dream what I want, as I have before. Strength is of character, everything follows from that.
I had a thought recently: that it is impossible to do something you do not want to, unless by mistake or misfortune. But actions, things one does, one does because one wants to. Even duress, a gun to one's head, you do the forced act, whatever it is, because it is more desirable to you in that moment than the alternative: death by chemically propelled lead.
Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Reid Speed - Spontaneous Combustion Mix (so awesome, she's coming on the 18th, fuck yeah)
Currently Eating: wrap's in the oven...