There's so much product that is jammed down our throats every day. We need the iPhone 4, or the value meal, or the fucking paper with the heavy weight. It's all a bunch of bullshit.

Should I just give up? No. That wouldn't lead anywhere. What's the matter with my self, that I can't seem to find anything? You're just searching. Don't worry, you'll find it when the time is right. Why do I feel like I can't do anything right sometimes? It's just you letting you get yourself down. Remember that all is well. There are no bad times. Only times.

The tail ripped through the air tonight, a slow, quiet wind following its path and stirring up the dried matter below.

"What is this!?" he said. "You dare attack a Nobleman!?!!?!?!?!?!??!?!"

"There is nothing noble to you," the demon said.

He sneered; reaching out his hand, he grabbed the man by the throat, strangling him until his body went limp and his face turned off.

I've been pretty busy lately with trying to get by in this system. I've stolen, drank, flirted with leaving the system and my life to start anew, and even started some positive habits. I'm tired of thinking about myself, though, and I want to start helping a movement that is working towards progress. While there are quite a few out there, there are very few in my locale.

When I go into and out of consciousness daily I am struck by a myriad of different worlds, full of possibilities, heartaches, wishes, hopes. When I awake I'm hit with the reality of my situation: I'm stuck. It feels like being held back by an imaginary force, but when I look at it, it's only myself that's holding me back. My own job, my relationship, my love for a person.

We're all standing around in a room. A friend and I are making up choreography so that we will be a mirror of one another through a varied and light-hearted routine.

Sitting silent, perking up,
Drowning in a plastic cup,
I feign attention quietly
My mind racing wildly
With possible escapes from here.

Bored from being bored,
I tried, but then snored,
And all eyes on my slumber
Caused me to slowly lumber
Our the door, head hung in shame.

Writing down each though
I forget quit why I bought
The logic of the mirror;
Maybe it seemed clearer

I wake up and try to make the day positive. I think to myself, "Today will be a good day." While I am aware of my higher self it's fairly simple for the days to go well, but while I work and begin to lose sight of my clarity and become jumbled with the consumer driven world I begin to feel more and more desperate for positivity. I look around and everyone around me is driven by greed.