i could take you up on your offer and submit to all the logical conclusions. i could carve something out for myself and for others. i could give in, i could let go, i could really start to live. on principle, i'm letting myself rot. how beautiful, the endless cycle of the lie falling apart. the ebb and flow, the incessant on and off, it gets repetitive. i just want to make everybody sick. life, liberty, and the pursuit of loneliness. a hole that you don't know until you've been there. with nothing tough to bolster up my untapped confidence and courage, it's like the flags are all just floating in midair. invincible, i'm letting myself die. how typical, and all for the sake of a pair of sunken eyes. i'm running out of time to contrast and to combine these tired images.