So, lots to think about and talk about. For one: I think I'll use this
gopherspace as sort of a blog... I guess? Egh, I hate definitions. They
are so... Definite.
Anyways, I need to compete. Physically, and not just mentally. I feel like
my physical abilities out way my mental. However, when in combonation...
That's a differemt store, entirely.
Beowulf kicks ass. It have me a spirit today of which compelled me to
move, to perspire. I felt a strong echo by his word and actions. I long to
exist during the medieval time. That I could have something to die, and
yet, also, to live for.
Which is a huge ass issue here, in this time. If I were alive say 2,000
years ago, I would be bruting in battle, wading pimitive weapons, rusted
with the blood of my fallen enemies. I would live as King within the walls
of my castle. And I would lead an army of thousands to protect my Queen,
treasure, and land.
But, instead I'm in 2009, beckoning the past from a computer, in the
basement of my mom's house.
Everyone around me thinkt hey are better than me. This angers me. This
infureates me, enrages me. I watch them poise their pittiful bounty atop
the steaples of a public gaze.
You are on *my* mountain. A mountain built for me. I will one day take you
down with what will seem like ease as I stand amoungst others akin.
