usually in these kinds of places people empty out their deepest thoughts, darkest disires, most ambishous wants, and disgusting deeds. I suppose in a way im no different...except i post mine everywhere in my mannerisms, my attitudes, my tattoos, my art, my stash my comments and my profile. Seems odd i would stray from some such an accessible medium as a blog. A secret diary everyone can read and judge without having to face them or even explain yourself, a novel concept really. In the ages since we arose from the sludge of this vast wasteland many have fallen for noble and foolish conquests. Conquerers rise and fall like the tides bound by the moon, lovers become starstruck only to be smote down by an unseen force, genius turned mad by the foul hand of illusionary power. Is there really any difference between any of these people? They all seek the same thing praise, immortality, attention whatever you want to call it. We all have our own conquest its just how we express that determines how fucked we are
