cymry | work sucks.

hopefully, it'll be over soon. it was good to sit and catch up with long-missed friends. let's make it a weekly occurence, shall we?

and, since i can...

"We get that in here some nights, when someone's had a few. Cosmic speculation about whether gods really exist. Next thing, there's a bolt of lightning through the roof with a note wrapped round it saying « Yes, we do » and a pair of sandals with smoke coming out. That sort of thing, it takes all the interest out of metaphysical speculation."
"Small Gods," Terry Pratchett

"As history repeats itself
I will not fail to find my pieces
your shape will fade in my memory
but I will remember your many faces"
"Images of our Extinction," Exhumation

"Two souls, alas, are housed within my breast
And one would gladly sunder from the other.
One clamours for the world, its lust
Is shackled to the joys of brute creation.
The other struggles to ascend from dust
To infinity of aspiration."
"Faust," Goethe

and, just cause i can...

- if i were not so special, i would not be so near the top of the food chain.
- i will strive to be godlike. i will start by condemning my enemies to eternal hell.
- i honor my Inner Warrior. otherwise he will hurt me. badly.
- i don't suffer from insanity. i enjoy every minute of it.
- you're just jealous because the voices are talking to me.
- i hope i can settle my internal conflicts without bloodshed.
- i'm trying to find myself. if i should return before i get back, please ask me to wait.

alright,alright, i'll stop now. off to crawl into bed...