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Bros he’s literally me…
>Thought in me, and I asked myself: “What art thou afraid of? Wherefore, like a coward, dost thou for ever pip and whimper, and go cowering and trembling? Despicable biped! what is the sum-total of the worst that lies before thee? Death? Well, Death; and say the pangs of Tophet too, and all that the Devil and Man may, will, or can do against thee! Hast thou not a heart; canst thou not suffer whatso it be; and, as a Child of Freedom, though outcast, trample Tophet itself under thy feet, while it consumes thee? Let it come, then; I will meet it and defy it!' And as I so thought, there rushed like a stream of fire over my whole soul; and I shook base Fear away from me for ever. I was strong, of unknown strength; a spirit, almost a god. Ever from that time, the temper of my misery was changed: not Fear or whining Sorrow was it, but Indignation and grim fire-eyed Defiance.
>Thus had the EVERLASTING No pealed authoritatively through all the recesses of my Being, of my ME; and then was it that my whole ME stood up, in native God-
created majesty, and with emphasis recorded its Protest. Such a Protest, the most important transaction in Life, may that same Indignation and Defiance, in a psychological point of view, be fitly called. The Everlasting No had said: ‘Behold, thou art fatherless, outcast, and the Universe is mine (the Devil's); to which my whole Me now made answer: I am not thine, but Free, and for ever hate thee!’”

Be glad you don't live in a small town.
>Old hs exfriends are all faggy tradesmen who make passive agressive comments about me having gone to college
>At least they did till I beat the shit out of one of them after he went to far, now they're scare of me
>Best friend just got out of jail and all he ever wants to do is break into houses, strip copper wire, and smoke ice/heroin which is fun once in a while but not every day
>Neighborhood kids I used to hang with got evicted over their deadbeat dad's drunken antics and now live in a trailer way far away in the woods
>Crack whore broke into my apartment so I smacked her around a bit to send a message and now now the lefty college girls who work at the local shelter think I'm a monster
>Everyone else is either retired or in highschool
Every day I fantasize about moving to the city and just robbing banks till an errant cop puts me out of my misery.

Paralysed by slower people
Turning yellow in their foam
I request a leave permission
To pursue a greater goal
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If you stop my vain adventures
And attempt my sight divert
I'll call you a crusty harlot
Which you've always been at heart
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Without people to divert me
The path is no longer barred
Power to transform convert me
Ability keep me from all harm
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Toward change my only virtue
That I seek at opened eye
Find me colour-blurs excite me
Find me confreres who don't lie
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Aender the decrepit vision
That before me lays her flesh
Label her a rancid harlot
Label her a blasted whore
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Phenomena in actuality
As your true superiour
Anomalise the hands that halt me
Bring closer their inevitable fall
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Aender my stochastic thinking
Onward to a rational thought
Offer me a superiour alternative
Nothing that involves a climb
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In another world you are my dog.