mike

"Nothing is true. Everything is permitted" -Hassan I-Sabbahshoul i agree to be agreeable? who determines the code? who has the right? Should i think and bother myself? Or not, just to end up the same? why am i here? what is needed of me? who am i? These questions r the brood of my anxieties, my crime. as i am aware, my uncertainty brings me to that emty opera house....and i fear it everytime. Isn't it ironic, like what alanis said? unfair and worthless perhaps, yes? ces't la vie. but who are we to complain? who are we to be accomodated? this life is one hell of a joke and it scares the shit out of me. the gestler is wise or maybe he's just another guy afraid to be forgotten then cease to exist as a result. and he is my friend, a witness to every deed of mine. i envy my friend for his providence, never wrong, never bad. so i killed him, so as he can't bear witness against me, to ensure my survival and somehow secure his as well. Even so, I revive him in times when i am hurting, when i am in dire need, then kill him again. I can do so for i am his maker. dont get me wrong, i am proud of this creation, my opus magnum. so am i worthy? of course, for i am god, and that is my crime. Carpe Diem!