[font=BankGothic Lt BT]I feel the need to express myself all over for some need. I don\'t know why, I don\'t know how, but you know what? The urge is just growing. My individuality is slowly waning from my being, and I feel as if the control over my day to day activities is slipping away.
No more, I say! NO MORE!
I am fighting back. Against the system. I\'m not becoming one of their emotionless little political dolls, I\'m going to be a full blown, armed-to-the-teeth action figure.
Dennis Leary said it best in Demolition Man:
\"I want to eat meat! I want to buy the double bacon cheeseburger with gravy fries! I want high cholesterol! I want to smear green Jell-O over my body and run naked through the street reading Playboy magazine! Why? Because I might suddenly feel the need to, alright?!?\"
I want to be me, not some purified little angel with half a brain to do nothing but follow orders. I want choices. I want...to gain back the independance and freedom that I once had.
Anyone else feel this way?[/font]
Reality swirled in a wholly blue manner, revealing absolutely nothing of merit. Things flashed madly in and out of existence like some entirely other sort of phenomena. On a whim, Kurt Vonnegut imploded, taking a sizeable hunk of Massachusetts with him. However, seeing as Massachusetts wasn't entirely sure it existed, the chunk wasn't all that big.


