AxelofReaht

Dear God, Something I've said often, usually to express exasperation or shock.  Never seriously.  Never real.  How does one like me write you a letter?  I don't believe in you.  Never have.  The universe does not lend itself to the idea of a single omnipotent being.  Facts and figures, time and again, prove you wrong.  Evolution happened, not creation.  The universe is billions of years old, not six thousand.  Mankind is nothing special. Above all however, I don't want you to be real.  Because then it would prove that all the fools are wrong.  The fools who kill in your name, under the guise of freedom.  The fools who condemn millions they

Dear Stranger, I've actually known you for years.  It's funny really.  We used to be connected at the hip.  They way I'd watch you play your games.  You taught me how to play, and how I loved it.  In hindsight, it was one of the best stories I had ever seen.  At the time, I just wanted to kill aliens. After I got stuck in the first game, I found myself busier and busier.  Homework got in the way, and while we made an effort, things just faded away.  Now we're strange. We pass each other every now and then, sometimes exchanging a few words.  But on the whole, we don't know each other.  Acquaintances at best is how I usually define a relatio

Drowning.  A scary word, filled with connotations of one thing.  Death by water.  I think differently.  Call me macabre but for me drowning is, good. I know drowning myself is stupid.   Oxygen depravation is probably doing terrible things for my brain and it is a real risk.  But I've never been the one to not do something because it was dangerous or stupid.  Well, only stuff like this.  I the fool, I the idiot.  I the one who doesn't care. It's not that I drown myself on a constant basis anyway.  I don't need it.  It's not an addiction.  It's better because there's no mistaking an overdose.  There's no mistaking the creeping symptoms of dep