Doodlez.

I need to spread my love about a little more and get rid of this nasty Superiority complex that's hanging over my head, ho ho, threatening to rear its very grotesque head. I need to love more. That should be my Resolution! The right kind of Love, though. Not these vulture-like impostors that circle aboveground, just waiting to gouge the bits of self-respect and dignity from the Heaving, Dying, me-Heap. The despised or the feared (probably both). Exhausting to fend off these scavengers GRAHAHA that you want to kill and embrace at the same time - or kill in embrace, if you so wish havebeenyoubeendeludingselfselfdelusionalitdoesn'tworkthatway. Hello, would it kill you to learn a little bit of humility?

But you see, they can forgive what they think they know better, not what they cannot trust. HM but I am not the embodiment of Worthiness, and I am canned volatility or bottled jealousy, hey freeze-dried wistfulness and vacuum-packed piece of dehydrated pretension. Shrivelledpackedandshrivelled so they can't recognise it but it's THERE.

Anyway, I just felt I had to write this down somewhere.