LETS GET FUCKING REAL HERE. LIFE IS TRYING TO TAKE ITS TOLL ON ME, TRYING TO TAKE AWAY WHATS LEFT FROM MY BODY AND GIVING ME VISIONS OF MY PAST TO MAKE ME BELIEVE MY LIFE IS ONE BIG ROUNDED HILL, I HAD EXERTED ALL MY FORCE UPWARDS AND NOW HAVE NO MORE ENERGY AND I MUST WATCH MYSELF ROLL PATHETICALLY DOWN INTO HELL. BUT I LIVE IN A BOXED HOUSE OF SULFUR AND TNT. I THREATEN MYSELF TO FLICK THE MATCH AND IMPLODE. AND NO ONE GIVES A SHIT. AND I ASK MYSELF MAYBE THIS IS THE YEAR WHERE I DO IT AND LET IT ALL GO OUT. BUT IM SICK OF IT. I SEE A FUTURE WHERE YOU AND I CAN REIGN. WHERE YOU AND I CAN FIGHT EACH OTHER ON A VISCERALLY PERSONAL LEVEL, WHERE OUR TEETH AND GUMS WILL FALL AS OUR FISTS STRIKE BLOWS AGAISNT OUR JAWLINES. NOT ONE WHERE IT ERUPTS IN FLAMES. BUT ONE WHERE THINGS ARENT QUITE THE SAME. AND EACH TIME, I REFLECT ON THE STARK REMINDER THAT I CRAWLED OUT OF MY MOTHERS WOMB, STRAIGHT OUT OF FORMATION FROM WINNING THE GREAT SPERM WAR. IT REMINDS ME THAT I HAVE SO MUCH LIFE YET TO LIVE, AND SO MANY STORIES TO WRITE. I WILL LET MY LIFE BE CUT SHORT BY CIRCUMSTANCE, NOT PATHETIC WEASLING. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOU AND I.