merry christmas and happy new years. heres to a couple more.
spending the last 3rd of the year in my 21st year of life has probably shapen the rest of my life down a
trajectory not dissimilar to out of control aircraft and the "other shoe". i am the victim of time and ill
fate surrounding the circumstances of birth and genre. this is by no means a letter of forfeiture of life but
rather the acceptance that ill never be the postcard-picture cadaver-in-the-mirror ive seen in my nightmares
and rarely my dreams. i am losing the last few things i could hang on to in my youth and am soon to be expected
to trudge blindly into my future. i could turn it around if not for the blindfold of circumstance but all i can
do is flail and grab onto everything i can and burn it with everything i have left.
i wish to one day be the ozymandian model of self expression; joy with no evidence; a proof with no body,
just an ending and reminder that nothing in this world is owed nor kept. dispair "ye mighty", dispair.
i wish to dedicate a section of this end of year to some of you and a couple of people who arent and probably
will never see this and everyone-thing-neither-concept-being inbetween.
to my parents, thanks for doing what you could. for better or for worse.
to my enemies, no mercy.
to my friends; those who stayed; my love, thank you. never forget me--please never let me die.
to God, damn thee.
to the Gods, give me strength.
to love itself, keep me warm.
to my end, good luck.
and to you: live and drink.
die fighting the dark
never give up your dreams
fear not how it ends
theres
NO MIRRORS IN VALHALLA
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