July 19, 2013
Something happened today. I’m not sure what, but I killed something in my brain. It could have been the fact that I lost my bike. It could have been my own intuition. Is it a cycle of sorts? Perhaps. What they won’t tell you is that complacency is a disease. Oh words, certainly are the “pretty” boogeyman in this world of lies; the monster in your metaphorical closet.
I would describe the past two and a half years as a battle to reclaim what was never mine. “An intellectual pursuit to remain Reade.”
The aim was (and still is) to learn and evolve, however now it’s time to teach and re-enforce. You could say that the past three months have been marred by my own inhibitions and rut. Denial is so very hard to recognize when it’s staring you blank in the face. Who will be the first to budge? Life is quite the misery, especially when you try and describe every single detail of your all-consuming tragedy. If your soul hasn’t be purged by now, it’s most likely been devoured in the most unfair of ways. Eating is THE basic function of life, so please shut the fuck up bitch .
Well, not to worry because perspective has given me new wings. Not to fly, but to dominate – wings with guns. I’m going to establish what is rightfully implicit. Not yours, not mine, implicit. The passion and drive has returned to the glory of silence. I have a lot of key plans happening as we speak. Like a spark with no purpose, please watch your step as I tramp all over you.
I’m going to return from my slumber. Return to the land of dreams, revisiting prosperity at it’s helm. Articles. Videos. Yes, there will be more. MOAR.
Let’s see how long this failed experiment will last.