corrections...

As much as we desire to correct the world around us to our understanding, often-time, the better reality to live is to allow them to fail in accordance to existing truths.

It is of no benefit to the self to sacrifice much so that those who have neither the capacity nor the will to think should gain from it. The greater good isn't that there are champions to save us, but that we should all strive to attain such great heights.

The glory of benefiting a society that cares not enough to better themselves by their individual parts, but to rely on the labours of the select few to raise them can only be brought down low when the few tire of shoddy treatment. Even worse when they willfully subjugate themselves under yokes of their own making.

There is no point trying to save them from themselves. The religious will always lay their fates and fortunes at the feet of an uncaring deity. The lazy will always hope that social mores will compel the productive into helping them fend. The stupid will not know the difference, and doom themselves into a life of pathetic ignorance.

If you have to pray, you have already failed the goals your god has set you. If you have to wait, already the grains in your hourglass elude your grasp. If you have to check the solution sheet at the back of the textbook, maybe you should just repeat the fucking unit.

gazing...

We all need something definite to look forward to. Otherwise, every day is meaningless.

I think I lost most of what there was to look forward to in life. Every day since then has been devoid of reason and purpose.

I should find something to give me a high.

win...

Oh yeah.

pretti-fication...

I'll say that the project is coming along nicely. Arms are getting nice and built, and nicely bulked chest, and I'm pretty sure the core is doing well under those inches of fat.

I read somewhere that sculpting an elephant is simple. You simply take a large block of of stone or whatever, and take off whatever doesn't look like an elephant. Hopefully there's some hot underwear model under all this flab.

Seems like buying the marble is a lot easier than chipping it off.

despondency...

It's true what they say. You find the most to say when you least want to hear about it. Is it therapeutic? I don't know.

Increasingly, it's become more about the fact that I'm not dead yet, rather than the other thing. Increasingly, it's the fact that I've given up on life as a whole, rather than the fact that I'm alone. Increasingly, it's going back to the way things were.

Is it good? Is it bad? Only thing I know is, it is what it is. Maybe death by starvation is the way I'll finally get it done.

icarian...

Just finished a most grueling week of more assessments than ass. Although mine felt pretty damned raped by the end of it. That said, it has all went fairly well, so we could say it's like the premium massage with "happy ending" thrown in. Just make sure to pay the masseur before he finishes.

The final stretch is the one you take just before you pull a hamstring and are out of the race before it begins. Hamstring sounds kinda tasty.

That said, I'm almost done with the semester. Exams should be fairly breezy, and they almost never factor into my considerations of workload anyway.

Then again, keeping the final stretch in mind, flying so close to the sun only gets you burned. Bring your sunblock.

zits...

The strangest place you can find a zit is on your nipple.

After popping it, it got really really sensitive. Couple this with a piercing and you have something like super sonar.

I spent most of today getting randomly stimulated, leading to arousal, after simply moving my arms. Sensitivity max.