These pages are to bear the truth, then?

Jan 05, 2005 23:14

I first created this journal that I might reveal and revel in the truth provided by freedom of speach. I stopped doing that here for a short while... even went so far as to create yet another journal floating about on the web. I've decided, however, that there is little I have to fear from the people who read this, both acknowledged and otherwise. ( Read more... )

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Et Tu, Tyrel? infiltraitor January 7 2005, 23:58:11 UTC
What infuriates me, and makes me really, really REALLY angry, and makes me want to eat the hearts of children and occasionally punch you in the head is I have no idea what delusional upside down world this whole betrayal, abandonment, I never stood by you horseshit is coming from. it's pretty fucking annoying, because seriously, I don't have a fucking clue what you're talking about. I don't know what I did or didn't do or should have done, or said or didn't say or anything that makes you spit in my general direction, blatantly call me a traitor, burn as many bridges as you can, and as a general rule make me feel disrespected and pissed off. I mean, we have a fucking conversation, and every fucking time, we resolve some mystery issue that's cropped up while I'm across the damned country, and every time it gets to be something worse. I don't know what or how I managed to alienate you so badly, but I know exactly how you managed to alienate me ( ... )

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SImply put... magus_majere January 8 2005, 05:03:43 UTC
You shit your friends. I'll shit mine. Let's not shit each other...

Wait, that can't be right. You've already blatantly and whole-heartedly lied to me on more occasions than not... Well, I suppose that perscribed course of action is no longer valid.

You know where I stand, whether or not you choose to accept why.

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One good turn.... infiltraitor January 8 2005, 17:23:28 UTC
You lie to me, I lie to you. who knows. You tell me to lie to you. you tell me you'll lie to me. I try to keep it from being profound, or at least damaging. either way, we're both guilty.

and I haven't known where you stood for about two months now. far as I know, you hate me. far as I know, you make a willful effort to deface me. far as I know you have a grudge for your own reasons. But that is neither here nor there. what matters is that you have shit in my mouth, and apparently I've shit in yours. and all of this is getting us nowhere. I doubt we're ever going to fix things so long as both of us are willing to hate the other for pitiful reasons.

or good ones. damned, impressively good ones.

We can end our friendship here. it's better off in alot of ways, face down in the mud made of our blood. maybe some day, it'll have the Lazarus effect and we'll respect one another again. but I want to say one thing before we tip hats you stupid motherfucker.

I never.

Never.

Never stopped being your brother.

~casts down my axe, and turns

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This is not how... or when... it ends... magus_majere January 9 2005, 05:11:43 UTC
*sighs* You know... in earlier days, those words would have hurt. They would have stung, and they would have bled... because in earlier days, I would have doubted my own self-righteousness. Those days are no more ( ... )

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