Chronicles of a HeadCase

Who has more honor? The one that defends it? Who is more righteous? The crusader that kills for his cause? Which is valued more… Honesty or Charisma? Where do I stand? …among all the carcasses and its stench of decadence? Who would you be if you could be anyone, and if you could be anyone, who the fuck are you? My attention, now drawn to the cellular level of this being… I recall why I rose and fell, flat on my face. If I were to be the Noblemen, acting in honor and in full courtesy, the other "Nobles", who feel no honor nor remorse will have me stripped of my nobility and exiled. If I were to be the Bandit, to steal from those which I despise and feel no remorse from, I will be executed. hmm… what a dilemma. At this point, you’re thinking: Stay away from PCP, Casey! lol, but these are all metaphors that can be deciphered… It is ironic in life, that when I finally fall asleep, everyone is awake. bummer.