I think that it is finally time that my brain lets up and explodes. This whole exam thing is stressing me out. No not really, it’s half of my stress. First of all I do not like drama, second of all I nurture and create it. Fuck my self. Fuck the world. No, I take that back. Tisn’t the world that functions illy, tis the people and society that reside within it. Fuck. Time to take a deep breath, breathe in the peppermint, feel the warmth of the tea and let life be life. This is gay. I just need to relax. I’ve been bundeled up in a ball and need to strech out. This is a nasty game to play. Keeping all options open. Nasty Priscilla, Nasty. I am not the nicest person. Far from the nicest person. Oh well.

He’s cute. Has the definite potential to be hurt by none other them the Infamous P. Wan. Hah. But still, he is cute. No, he’s just an outlet. You know that he’s an escape from the hilarity, the insanity of the other one. You know that you really like him, but you can’t have him, and you can’t stand her. Yeah, you know. I’m tired of playing mouse games. Time for the trap. No, there are nasty things I call morals that unfortunately reside deep within my frame. Sitting all the while, bubbling and boiling in their tense broth of worry and guilt. Baring forth the fruits of my ethical morality. Fuck. Why are we as humans moral? Why do we exist to leash our selves from the ecstasy of true Epicureanism? In small bits and pieces do we release our souls to the feeling of true feeling, only to scorn and burn what we have felt under claims of morality and religion. Why do we follow the book that has condemned so many to dea th, and countless more to lives of pain and prosecution? Why have we filled our minds by means of education with restrictions instead of fantasy and imagination? We claim there is an innate inability for man to exist within utopia, yet hold our selves back when it comes to fulfilling our wants and desires. Maybe it’s this morality that inhibits our ability for create the experiencable utopia. Say to your self the next time you stop doing what ever it may be in which you are doing, am I doing this because of morality? And if I am, why do it? Why stop one’s desires due to codes when we write the codes, we make the rules, we are the world.


Time then. Isn’t it? Fuck her feelings, fuck it all. Lets wonder are these morals of mine really worth living up to? All I’ll do is open my mouth, tell the truth, and let life choose its course.

He has to decide. All I’ll do is put forth the option.

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