Free Association

The night still seems young, but the people have retreated to the solitude of their beds ages ago. In this quietest of hour I can only hear that one stirring question that has been haunting me...

I decided to write something else stream of conscious. I usually only do so when something is bugging me, but since I've never done one while I was fine I thought I'd give it a shot.

It's been in my head all day: I want to hold you close, and I want to tear you apart. It's not rage that I feel, not even mild iritation. Instead I feel free to do as I please, and in my wake leave a wave of mutilation. Have I at last found my voice? Who knows, give it time. That snooty legalise didn't suit me, I was just too busy worrying about sounding knowledgable and reasonable. Mmm...going to tear you apart. Hmm...is that what I want? To dominate? Sounds kinky, might be my bag. I'm not really afraid to seem to forceful anymore. It's a good thing, since I'm starting to think I was self conscious because I didn't want to seem to competative or aggressive. Some days you just have to tear them apart, and in your bloodlust give a smile because you've won. Even if you didn't win, at least you came at them like a berzerker, and for at least one brief moment you made them afraid.

Hehe, that was fun but all hell of crazy. I need to listen to some metal more often.