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So, back in May I turned 29. Not the actual news I want to talk about.

I sometimes feels it's superfluous to write long entries, when I'm on twitter (not so much tumblr anymore, I haven't been there for the past month or so, unless someone links me a specific post) and I manage to regurgitate everything I want to say in short, declarative sentences.

This is helpful because I find myself completely frustrated with everything that's been happening and being able to just tweet "ARGH" at the world has been therapeutic.

Kind of.

Not really.

I took the time to skim through the blogging I did back in the 2006 and I'm amazed at what I managed to churn out during one of the most stressful times of my life. I can't even consider doing the same sort of thing now.

Moreover, it's hard to look back at who I was back then, trying so hard to justify the shit that was going on, out of some misplaced loyalty to people who are no longer friends.

I don't even know who is reading this anymore. If anyone. Maybe this like back in the beginning of my years on LJ and then DW, when I was just shouting at the void.

If you follow the news, you know my country is murdering people again.

I've been thinking about a lot of things to do with that lately.

I hope there is something left to salvage.

Meanwhile, hi? How are you?

Date: 2014-08-02 10:36 pm (UTC)
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June 2015

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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