raspberryjam

Hi I'm new here. I have never thought about it, but these words do sound so ironically sad (and potentially dangerous), but they still have carved a niche in my bloody heart and feel warm. In these words I see the very beginning of human struggle within this society, one knows that it will be hard but nevertheless he tries. Maybe it is only because of my twisted virtue (or curse) to always stick with the underdog. Yes, I do admit that I sneer and shake my head whenever I hear those words, but if it is because of sadness or something else I cannot say. All I know that life is merciless. Chivalry dies beneath its hooves, virtues get overwhelmed by sins and we all change... to survive. I know that I have.

If you are wondering why am I abstaining from my mother tongue in these epic moments (I am kind of betraying my previous beliefs about blogging) I'll gladly answer that is only due to personal pedagogical reasons and also I am desperately trying to remain incognito. I have a sad dream to be come a novelist in my life, sadly I feel bound by the debts I owe to people dear to me and fear of complete lack of any talent. I will either face the current and go upstream to find whatever awaits me there or find a pleasant place by the shore. I will never go with the flow. I have lost many virtuous people to this river, but hell I am going to lose myself!

I am nibbing my table again... it seems that my ADD is telling me something. "What is it boy? Did Tommy fell into a well?"

This is it for today, if anyone is reading this then good luck on your journey.
I hope that we meet within these pages some other time.