Seeing that the angst created in the past is much more masterful than the angst of the current generation, and seeing that I lack any skill with words I will defer to the much more noble words of somebody else to characterize my thoughts at the moment.

If you prick us do we not bleed?
If you tickle us do we not laugh?
If you poison us do we not die?

-- William Shakespeare

In the end I am just as human as the next. As with any human I've proven to be flawed and wanting.

Current Mood: depressed
Current Music: Juno Reactor - Feel the Universe [Kox Box Remix]