A great man once said the word “the” proceeded by other more profound words, but I’ve come to realize that the greatness isn’t in the man or his words, it’s in the mind of the person who gains wisdom from lines and curves. It’s a lie though, wisdom, there’s no such thing as a wise man, only men very well suited to the moment in which they live. In this regard I am a very great fool, I thought I could live above the world around me, but nobody can rise above the world by cutting themselves off from it. I have years left before the verdict, and I don’t want to know if I’m guilty.

Dee is trying to get in contact with you to see if you’ll work on friday from 3 or 4ish to 11. Call her, I’d call you but I gots no clue what yo numba is and Casey won’t answer his phone.

Let me beg and grovel, let me kneal before you and wash your feet and tell you how unworthy I am to even look up at your face. Let me suffer just one more indignity, and another and another. Never let me go, even if you have to use and abuse me to justify my existence as your dog. Let me be pathetic, and if the only way you can stand me is if I am following your every command while you live in blissful ignorance of me then let it be, but don’t make the distance so great that I cannot bridge it. Normally my pride takes precedent but for you I’ll be pathetic.

We’re all slaves, we don’t all suffer the same, sometimes the master lets one of us drive the other slaves, but even the head slave driver’s a slave. As far as slaves go I’d rather be spartacus and die trying to be free.

Sometimes I just like to sit and watch the world burn to remind myself that getting hot under the collar is just a symptom of something more.

Dear science,

How many ways do I love thee? Oh if only I could hold your soft and tender body (of knowledge) and run my fingers down your soft curves (that appear on bell graphs). Ever since I was a babe you swaddled me in the fine robes descended from plants and polymer fibers, kept me warm through the heat of combustion, kept me safe in a geometrical shell I call home. You are my everything, both the knowledge and the result, the action and the effect, the cause and consequence. You are my mother, father, sister, brother, and true love. How many ways do I love thee? It is more innumerable than the stars in your heavenly eyes.

                                                                    -your true love, Rick. <3

I wish someone smarter than me would come in and decide for me whether I should be the sadistic villain or the noble do-gooder. Bouncing back and forth is kinda making me feel a bit crazy. 

I fear I’ve been asking the wrong question, instead of which of these two would I prefer, I should have been asking how I can have both.