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"Fuck Fate and Karma" --Mykul
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October 14, 2003
Lots of text goes here randomly, endlessly, just because I feel like typing. I’m typing endlessly, trying not to stop, not to pause, to continually go, just to see what I type, what I say, my feelings, my life, my death, everything I have, everything I am. This is my randomness, my life, my aura, being funneled endlessly onto a digital format. If you can make sense of this, you can know my feelings, you can know my soul. To know my randomness is to know my soul. I am Mike Evans, one once loved, tormented, and left to die painfully alone. I know my future as well as I know my past, I have nothing else to look forward to, so I now do as I like, without limits or boundaries, eternally tormented by achieving the one thing I wanted and dreamed about the most, and having it torn away from me. Torn away and being shown I can never have it back again. My life, my soul, my death, none truly under my control as it’s already laid out in stone, as is everyone else’s. My closest friends faintly know what has happened to me, but the universe knows what I am, what I’ve done, and Karma is beginning to catch up to me. It’s hit me hard in the past few days. I’ve had 130 pound boxes dropped on my fingers, had a moderate case of hypothermia, wound up with several large bruises, and almost lost one of my eyes. Is it because of the choice I made, or is it because I ignored the dreams that told me to fix what I caused when I made the choice? I try to get someone out of my life that causes me nothing but pain, and I dream of apologizing to her, and the universe decides to fuck me up because of it. Unfortunately fate and karma exist, and they make my life suck hard.
(This has been random endless typing, decided to post it in the rant section anyways. Live with it.)
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Tuesday, May 13, 2003 |
--Mykul |
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