I'm giving less of a fuck as each day passes. Motivation to this post is motivation to this blog. It's origin was discovered by the rafting through my raging blood lines, leading to the innermost jungles of my heart. When it beats for the last time the blog will end. Then I'll be reborn as a butterfly. It'll be called the butterfly effects/the real. To live a lie, is living death. And my words will never die. For in my blog's next lifetime, my words will be valued.
