Just a little warning beforehand: Before writing/typing this post, I was under the influence of a certain narcotic that I will not say for the reason that I'm not sure if by mentioning it's name, I'm breaking some type of rule. Anyway, on with the post~

Now stop me if you've heard this one...when was the last time that you had the type of patience to actually try and understand the talk that is coming out of my mouth, out of your mouth, out of the mouth of the universe? Don't even bother trying to decipher it now, because its far too late to try and prevent the lizard people of Constantinople from actually trying to steal my years supply of brownies that i have held for the bake sale of your soul! For i am the one that tells you where to go, what to do, what to think, who to screw! Now if i was ever one for words, id always have the step up on you, in this foggy little town. Is that fog, or is it smoke? Can you hear the radio of my mind as i start to come by the traces of little that is left of it? Do you know the sound of screeching metal as i come across to a time where things were far more simple, and i didn't even know what i bill was. Can you remember the last time you sat down with the one you loved and discuss what happened at that foggy little town? Where can i even find a place to sit by myself as the cold wind blows over me and i begin to feel the chill of the cold nights embrace. Is the sun out? Is it ever gonna go down? Which will i decide to take? Which will the humans of this world decide that maybe this isn't the type of fight they should partake in. Due largely to the fact that maybe i was just a little type of person that should only live a normal life, and forget all about the nightmares of a single demon that rush through my head as i sing to him and his tribe. 2 howls for he that would not be named, for to utter his name, is both a shameful act, and disrespects his deeds. Now maybe i can finally get to the part where i finally get to do what i wish to do. Maybe I'll just take a part in this fine little mess that Ive created will have an effect on that??? Well maybe its just about the time that the sage of the forest came to lock me away, but all i did was mention a simple rule of the first golden law, and suddenly we all became as one. What did i just say? Did i say that really? Maybe I'm not cut out for this world. There seems to be far too many things to ignore what just happened in the pits of hell. As the ones that fought for the one they believed in were not only cast out of the castle, but also cast out of his favor, that we may burn and suffer for all eternity away from his grace. But listen to me utter on and on, and not get to the point. The point in question is that your face looks funny, but mine was chosen that way, while yours was a mere mistake of the gods and she finally claimed to him that she was the one at fault and that he should return to her. Will he listen? Will he give a sh*t? Will i ever begin to realize where i am, and what Ive done? Will any of this matter in the end? Far too many questions to even try and do something about them. Too many to answer, too many to ignore. I guess we just have to put up with these questions for all our lives until we finally understand...we are not put here in order to suffer. We were brought here to be happy and enjoy our lives. So no matter what happens, just try and become one of those that don't care what people think of them. And so on.
For those stuck in the midst of their own war,