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restlesness turned into recklesness.. an overwhelming feeling of "i don't give a fresh fuck". still bursting with energy.. raw, uncontrolled.. angry.. the kind that makes people run into walls screaming. the kind that once made me rip the seat out of my car.. and jump on the hood roaring..
i kinda like not giving a fresh fuck. i have never had too may internal limits.. all my limits have had to be imposed outwardly. as i grow older, i grow wilder.. with no inner limits and decreasing regard for the outer ones. the only one limit i have ever had, the one in which i CARE, is barely there.. i used to care so much..
there is a total kinda liberty in not caring. not giving a rat's ass..
guess i'm going crazy.
17.08.2007. u 9:50 | Prijavi nepoćudni blog | Dodaj komentar
The Griffin is a mytholgical creature with the head of an eagle and the body of a lion. The eagle is King of the Skies and the lion, King of Beasts and thus, the Griffin has dominion over land and sky.
The Griffin is an emblem of power and longevity whilst red signifies creativity, vitality, strength and passion.
It is said that a Griffin's feather will cure blindness and a drinking cup made from the Griffin's claw will warn the drinker of the presence of poison by changing colour.
Autor: stari-machak | 17.08.2007. u 10:23 | opcije