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Chapter 2

Gratification of sorts
Added Sun Aug 21 13:50:48 2005 at level 20:

It is strange the things that make us endeavor to survive and flourish. In my
emptyness I have attempted to stem the slow trickle of life that is pouring
from my soul with a multitude of ideals and exercises that only lead to
ultimate futility. Two things that I have found though that almost restrain
my incessant loathing for everything including myself, two things that
although they do not fix what is broken within my mind and soul, they do
their part to cover them up. The first is so simple that I can see how many
stumble and fall into its depths, I even now merely spiral on the edge of
oblivion, and warmth of this mere liquid that man has made. I would have
fallen into such a stupor of drunken revelry that none have ever seen, had I
not stumbled across the later of my two saviors. Stumbling forth from the
darkness of one of my recessed reclusive self torments I came upon nothing
more than a small girl huddled over some limp form. As I watched and came to
relize the girl was crying so violently over a deceased pet, a mere puppy, a
small smile came from where I know not. The smile would not relent, would not
relinquish its hold upon my face, no matter the facts I presented myself with
in their horrid clarity, the facts of this poor childs torment and it only
worsened when she noticed I was smiling at her. She wept more, and my demons
laughed and were not quite as threatening and empty as they were a moment
before. All must weep, for only then will I be satisfied, yes.. yes yes, all
must weep.