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File: /udd/b/br0n/gopher/2009.12.13

So, lots to think about and talk about. For one: I think I'll use this 
gopherspace as sort of a blog... I guess? Egh, I hate definitions. They 
are so... Definite.

Anyways, I need to compete. Physically, and not just mentally. I feel like 
my physical abilities out way my mental. However, when in combonation... 
That's a differemt store, entirely.

Beowulf kicks ass. It have me a spirit today of which compelled me to 
move, to perspire. I felt a strong echo by his word and actions. I long to 
exist during the medieval time. That I could have something to die, and 
yet, also, to live for.

Which is a huge ass issue here, in this time. If I were alive say 2,000 
years ago, I would be bruting in battle, wading pimitive weapons, rusted 
with the blood of my fallen enemies. I would live as King within the walls 
of my castle. And I would lead an army of thousands to protect my Queen, 
treasure, and land.

But, instead I'm in 2009, beckoning the past from a computer, in the 
basement of my mom's house.

Everyone around me thinkt hey are better than me. This angers me. This 
infureates me, enrages me. I watch them poise their pittiful bounty atop 
the steaples of a public gaze.

You are on *my* mountain. A mountain built for me. I will one day take you 
down with what will seem like ease as I stand amoungst others akin.

I am the hero, not you.

br0n@7:30pm