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I woke up and felt the same as every crappy time before that. I was not the man I was the night before. The countless hours of constantly being drug abused that substituted for sleep had stripped away all evidence I was human, all that was left was a harrowed mind muffled by an exterior void of all coherence. I began to notice this as I began to remember less and less of the night I had just experienced. The evenings were just dramatic flashes of behaviour not characteristic of my usual self....

"You're a fucking idiot!" was my girlfriend's perhaps presumptuous response to the diversion in my sexual ally; I call it this because I believe that 'partner' is not the best term for these types of situations. You see partners sometimes disagree on what they want and believe but allies share a common goal; this is agreed upon before they even meet so there is no need or occassion for arguing, therefore I find the term appropriate. Anyway this isn't very relevant and I'm straying from the re...

I don’t belong here. It may seem like I do to the untrained eye, I appear normal and content with what’s happening around me and people may even say “That Dash, he really belongs here.” I don’t. Beneath this placid mask boils a broth of seething resentment for the world today. It’s not that I hate the world. I just hate what it’s become. So now raises the question: Where do I belong then? But that question isn’t quite right. You see the question isn’t where but when. When do I belong is the d...