"Are you in or are you out?"
There is a Coheed lyric... "the world looks better when you're falling". I really have some sort of problem with this. I mean, don't get me wrong, I will never question my Claudio's methods and thoughts, but there is just so much more meniacal potential in that statement. I always transposed it into "the world looks better when you're burning". It's far more dark in tone, as if to say "here, I'll set you on fire. Trust me, you'll like it". Trust me, you'll like it.
Trust me.
"Arguing with a fool proves there are two."
I used to think I had a problem with trust. Turns out it's not as bad as I thought. Turns out it's a problem with choices I had, not trust. I chose the wrong people into the wrong things. I chose whores because they were more convenient. I chose shallow kids due to what a wise young pedophile once called "proximity infatuation". The easy way out.
I'm gonna get pretty cliche right now. I think... I have three scars on my right wrist and forearm that will not go away. You can probably infer what they're from. Everyone knows. I used to be a blabber mouth. In saying that I used to I guess that means I still am, because I'm doing so now... The point I'm trying to make is that I don't want them to go away. They remind me of important things in my life. As distant as she is, she's still a huge part of my life.
The gear makes the average the best. The mindset sets you apart.
Dedication. Stick to your own guns, live by your own code.
I'm better than all but one. I'm more of a genious than all.
You're all just too stupid to pay attention.
There is a Coheed lyric... "the world looks better when you're falling". I really have some sort of problem with this. I mean, don't get me wrong, I will never question my Claudio's methods and thoughts, but there is just so much more meniacal potential in that statement. I always transposed it into "the world looks better when you're burning". It's far more dark in tone, as if to say "here, I'll set you on fire. Trust me, you'll like it". Trust me, you'll like it.
Trust me.
"Arguing with a fool proves there are two."
I used to think I had a problem with trust. Turns out it's not as bad as I thought. Turns out it's a problem with choices I had, not trust. I chose the wrong people into the wrong things. I chose whores because they were more convenient. I chose shallow kids due to what a wise young pedophile once called "proximity infatuation". The easy way out.
I'm gonna get pretty cliche right now. I think... I have three scars on my right wrist and forearm that will not go away. You can probably infer what they're from. Everyone knows. I used to be a blabber mouth. In saying that I used to I guess that means I still am, because I'm doing so now... The point I'm trying to make is that I don't want them to go away. They remind me of important things in my life. As distant as she is, she's still a huge part of my life.
The gear makes the average the best. The mindset sets you apart.
Dedication. Stick to your own guns, live by your own code.
I'm better than all but one. I'm more of a genious than all.
You're all just too stupid to pay attention.
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