I give thanks to the crypto-Gnostic/proto-Kierkegaardian God I believe in for:
He-Who-Is-Mata: Comrade, I will be the Jackson to your Dux, or vice versa, until both of us take our leave of this planet.
She-Who-Is-Shari: Life would suck immensely without you, b'y.
They-Who-Were-Metallica: May I see your collective hair and fingers flying in Headbanger Heaven.
The-Ale-That-Is-Old-Speckled-Hen: keep thee English, even at thy high import prices.
I should be in far lower spirits than I am, but I'm currently swamped by lack of sleep, lack of writing, and a genuine desire not to run my mouth (online and offline, especially offline) more than I should. So, in essence, and in the politicized spirit of Thanksgiving...
Thank you all, whether you're mentioned by name here or not. Thank you all so very, very much, whether or not you have done me well, hurt me, or otherwise. Without you, I would not be here, at least not in the form I currently am.
Never forget how much I love you all. If you do, well, that's what you get for being human, but so be it.
"FUCK IT ALL AND FUCKING NO REGRETS" -Metallica, "Damage, Inc."
1 comment:
i didn't know you liked metallica.
and is the first mention your brother? or a friend? not saying you can't be friends with your brother but yeah...
=) geeze b'y.
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