everyone says fuck valentine's day

I'm a rich and powerful person. I have all the world at my fingertips and my whole life ahead of me. There is nothing anywhere in the world that I want for and cannot have. My mind is a weapon for the good of the world, and I am a hero to everyone I meet. There is no such thing as a problem. Chaos and opportunity are aborted siblings of a beast I slayed long ago. I can accomplish anything. I am unstoppable. I am superman. 

No, this isn't some new sneaker commercial. It is simply the spew of a mind that feels like he's never been all that high and feels as though he's already on his way down. Irony for the soul. Greatness is reserved for only a chosen few, hence the title. but how about goodness?

I love people. Mostly family, and friends that are as close as family. I haven't felt love for anyone new in a while. or ...there was that girl from Utah... but no. We never met.

All work and no work makes Jack a dull shit.

there is nothing bright and shinning about this soldier. I'm a dirt merchant. A bug. Clawing through the filth of the world and finding the scraps that I use to sustain my existence (prolong my lie?) and scrape out a life for myself.
of myself, for myself, by myself (to paraphrase)

manic



I've met the enemy it lives inside
It's fear and hatred and it grows on our pride
- Vision