nomoretrouble
Well-Known Member
Theres something so appealing to me about a lifestyle of decadent risk. Running your life with the constant knowledge that one day it will all come crashing down. It makes everyday a bit more beautiful knowing that it all must end. Now one could argue that this is true regardless of trade profession or skill set, we all die, we will all rot, but for some reason thats not enough for me. I want to be strapped to the torpedo, riding the lunatic high until the big bitch goes Hiroshima. Perhaps i'm a masochist. Crazy? Maybe. But this day to day lifestyle doesn't do it for me. There is no sense of accomplishment. I am not meant to be a part of the proverbial machine, of that much i am certain. I suppose all i am really looking for here is either reaffirmation that i am not alone in these melancholy musings, or to ultimately find out that I am a bit crazy after all. I just need to know where I stand.