by James Joyce
Most people are convinced that you don't make any sense, but compared
to what else you could say, what you're saying now makes tons of sense. What people do
understand about you is your vulgarity, which has convinced people that you are at once
brilliant and repugnant. Meanwhile you are content to wander around aimlessly, taking in
the sights and sounds of the city. What you see is vast, almost limitless, and brings you
additional fame. When no one is looking, you dream of being a Greek folk hero.
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Life is way too boring for me to post about... same old family, same old drama, let's leave it be XD
But in other news... Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle, the last chapter? Again this plot device? Again???
How many clones/substitutes/etc has it been now? Admittedly I haven't been following Tsubasa much but DAMN, even I feel like enough is enough!
How many more of those will CLAMP throw in before the end?
And the biggest question is: will there ever be an end?
I feel like that story will keep going in circles bringing in more and more cheap angst.
If you want angst to leave an impact, keep it short and to the point, that way it'll hurt. This kind of angst just annoys the fuck out of you -.-!