Xym

The Fool, diseased pissant (m.s. progressive relapsing oh my), friendly neighborhood zombie/ubume/bitter hermit, figure of fun, The Watcher, architect/repairer/annihilator, pirate of The Temples of Syrinx, sin eater, hungry-eyed, creature of the abstract, trivial pursuit... (/)an everyday promise shot down in flames... i can destroy a man in midday (how becoming!). my entire right leg buckled and i fell down the stairs, and i seem to be suffering from delusions that someone has been breaking into my house! I'D LIKE TO FALL UNCONSCIOUS FOR MORE THAN THREE HOURS (IMMUNITY TO HANDFULS OF PILLS?!), /A FEAST FOR THE FLEAS HA HA (WHAT IS LEFT?! FUCK, I CAN NO LONGER WALK NORMALLY)! THE PILLS WHICH DO NOT ALLOW THE BLEEDING TO CEASE, SUPERGLUING MY EXTREMITIES BACK TOGETHER... THE WORLD IS A GODDAMNED HILARIOUS PLACE AND THE JOKE'S ALWAYS ON ME!!!! wounds that will not heal, but this shattered heart can feel... feel free to assume i am alright ^_^ (and disposable). i'm having a wonderful time, aha!

A lie for a lie
And a truth for a truth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.