Icarus's blog: "Augurs, Martyrs, and Agnostics"

While you were getting high.

I was fighting the arch fiend.

Reading guides.

Drawing swordedge armor

and still listening to Oasis.

Probably on loop

from my brother's room.

You can do what you'd like with that information.

So... I've announced my murderous intent.

I don't think its fully understood.

I don't care.

I am pretty tired of being angry.

But that's kinda along the same sentiment of being tired of me.

I just remember a simpler

but not happier

time.

When I still had time to sort this out

like nothing was written in stone in blood

I had my whole life to be

someone else.

Not much has changed.

I have a little less hair (much to my mounting terror)

I'm still drawing swordedge armor.

I still fight the archfiend.

I miss my brother.

About every time I listen to something from the 90's.

Thinking about stolen socks and rooms overrun by cacti.

That was youth.

Never innocence.