0224

February 24, 2009

when i’m happy and worry-free, i feel inhumane. i feel like a robotic piece of machinery that has no feelings, or atleast, like a person who isn’t using my feelings thoroughly. everything is still and static, i am at ease, yet, lifeless. 

it’s those depressive, emotional times when agression spills out of my mouth, when it pollutes my etiquette  and dictates my consciousness to run the other way, that i truly feel alive. I feel the blood pumping through my veins into my heart. it’s wild. i feel like an animal. just one tick and i’ll be growling in your face, teeth baring and saliva dripping… ready to pounce.

only two things seem natural to me: to kill or to be killed.

i am the hunter. and you, my friend.. the prey.

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