~ Intro ~

You know it's funny how freedom can make us feel contained

Yeah When the muscles in our legs aren't used to all the walking I know if you could snap both your fingers that you'd escape with me

But in the meantime, I'll just wait here and listen to you when you speak... or scream

And every day that you want to waste, that you want to waste, you can And every day that you want to wake up, and you want to wake, you can And every day that you want to change, that you want to change, yeah I'll help you see it through

'cause I just really want to be with you

Waste - Foster The People - Paragraph 4 - 5

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Matches. Oh, how they follow you to do things you never want to do. Especially when still in the box. Something about just having that sweet, small dose makes you go insane. But that'll never affect me, cuz' that ol' lord knows that I'll be havin' the sweeter kind before I have that drug. Ha, sweeter.. Cheaper, better, higher quality. Be takin' it now. Ya know, I's gots my hand on that sweet kind, too. Took sips once, then I got all woozy on some random idea that I's missing somethin'; which is weird, cuz' I never miss anything. Gots me a sharp mind, ya know.

Strange thing is, that woozy little idea still drags on my paws, like dirt stuck between cracks in the side walk. HA! Mind is a weak place, never trust it once.

By's the way, I'm first person.


Damn it. Cat thinks he knows everything. He may not know it, because he's a liar and he doesn't know everything, but he's scratching his way to Hell everyday. It pains me to know that such a young fellow will never know what he is doing, but on the other hand, that little skank hisses at me daily, so I don't give two craps.

While he's sipping up that stuff, I actually have something to do in life. I take my ideas and I flood them to others like rain. And, I don't know how it happens in the end, but every time, my ideas become reality without me even knowing. Strange how that works. Most of the time, my ideas are simply put into writing. Rhymes, even. I forgot what they're called, but I write them all the time. My ideas of a better life, my ideas of a happier world, my ideas of everything that I think is right.

By the way, I'm opinion.


Huntsman is a handsome fellow, indeed. His intelligence amazes me, too. Though, his bickering with Cat just scares me. Why must he do it every time? Well, perhaps because Huntsman has had an eternal pain from Cat, and this is his way of showing how he felt. Yes, that is the reason he quarrels.

Cat, on the other hand, has nice ideas. Not amazing, not great, good. Sometimes. Probably because of that stuff he takes down everyday, saying it wouldn't hurt him. Poor soul, if only he knew what it actually was... Sadly, I don't know, either. Oh well. Maybe if he stopped taking that demon delight, he'd be a much better cat. I'll try that some time.

By the way, I'm reason.


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