Merzaqua

I'm the biggest fan of absolutely no one, and if I happen to admire some people it's only because of how much they think like me, not because I'm arrogant, but because my beliefs are purely based on my own convictions not other conventions-unlike the majority, and those beliefs are - naturally - open to modification once I'm convinced by reason of another. I find it absurd when we label a handful of people as being "researchers" or "thinkers"or whatever, now this means that there are people in this world blessed with minds who voluntarily chose not to "search", "explore" or "think"!! to be able to read your own thoughts out of a source not in

Stretching out and yawning is how the heavy-eyed sun breaks through the coldness of dawn and begins to beam its scheduled disturbance among earthliers, uninvited bright shadows gradually invading this cluttered dismay of mine, "migraine sucking up my brain again, one more snooze I beg, it's not time yet" this spiteful sun of ours, always too early! "leave me forgotten, stuck in this barren womb, soaked in my own despair, drowned in my empty bottles…" still trying to grasp this distressing fact of antidepressants becoming my new mentos, bloodsucking shrinks, how ironic? knowingly prescribing pill boxes full of troubles. Rays quietly cont