What is that saying?...
Things always look darkest before the dawn. (?) Something like that.
Hey Kids!
("Hey Uncle Cypher!")
I have decided to take a short sabbatical from the cypherjournal.
With the help of Solisis, who has been an amazingly good friend in the short time I've known him, I have had an epiphany of sorts.
Recently I hurt someone without meaning to. Someone wonderful. Someone important to me. Things were said. Things were misconstrued. This is the failing of attempting a serious dialogue via typed word thingies.
I don't know if I am worthy of her. I don't know if anyone is. I do know that it's for her to decide.
I dunno if I can make things better. Don't know if I'll be allowed to try.
The important thing is that I am trying. One must do the right thing and live truthfully. These seemingly little human matters, the impact that they have, are of no small consequence and I think are really what life's all about, right?
You must try to right your wrongs. Even if it was a simple misunderstanding. Even if the fault wasn't all your own. Even if you fail to make anything better. You have to do what's right.
Oddly enough, I am in a great mood. Despite feeling like a complete dick about what transpired, I am so thankful for having been able to figure this out in time before I can do more damage.
So that's it for now. I'll be back after I wake the fuck up and figure out how to communicate like a human being.
I leave you with a poem I wrote when I was 17. It has nothing to do with this post.
I want to preface it by saying that I am not by any means a literary genius.
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UNSMALL RED GIRAFFE
Whilst a'smiling, Unsmall Red Giraffe
Began to chuckle...you could say laugh
For he was thinking of Uncle Maroo
(The purple giraffe with a polka dot shoe)
Uncle Maroo was proud and desrvedly so
So sad that his fat greasy wife was a ho
(There's more to this woman, but that you'll soon know)
Two years had passed since a spring day
When nephew Unsmall had come over to play
Oh, the sun was shining, a marvelous thing!
But then Auntie Maroo decided to sing
Unsmall, shaken, turned with shocked face
"That voice I heard singin' was a deep bass!"
So Unsmall he sneaked, quiet as a rock
Past the new sofa and past the hall clock
When all of a sudden, he heard a small buzz
He went up the stairs to see what it was
It came from the bathroom, "Uh-Oh", he thought
"I don't want to catch my Aunt on the pot."
"I'll peek in the keyhole, to glimpse the surprise"
"And if she is crapping, I'll cover mine eyes!"
Such a shock what he saw, he barely could think!
"Auntie Maroo shaves her face in the sink!"
But something was worse, something quite wrong
For at the same time, she was stroking her schlong!
Unsmall's face turned a mold green
He couldn't believe his "Aunt" was a queen!
And so that is how this story began
Unsmall found that his "Aunt" is a man
So whilst a'smiling, Unsmall Red Giraffe
Began to chuckle, you could say laugh.
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I apologize. I'm retarded.
cypher.
Things always look darkest before the dawn. (?) Something like that.
Hey Kids!
("Hey Uncle Cypher!")
I have decided to take a short sabbatical from the cypherjournal.
With the help of Solisis, who has been an amazingly good friend in the short time I've known him, I have had an epiphany of sorts.
Recently I hurt someone without meaning to. Someone wonderful. Someone important to me. Things were said. Things were misconstrued. This is the failing of attempting a serious dialogue via typed word thingies.
I don't know if I am worthy of her. I don't know if anyone is. I do know that it's for her to decide.
I dunno if I can make things better. Don't know if I'll be allowed to try.
The important thing is that I am trying. One must do the right thing and live truthfully. These seemingly little human matters, the impact that they have, are of no small consequence and I think are really what life's all about, right?
You must try to right your wrongs. Even if it was a simple misunderstanding. Even if the fault wasn't all your own. Even if you fail to make anything better. You have to do what's right.
Oddly enough, I am in a great mood. Despite feeling like a complete dick about what transpired, I am so thankful for having been able to figure this out in time before I can do more damage.
So that's it for now. I'll be back after I wake the fuck up and figure out how to communicate like a human being.
I leave you with a poem I wrote when I was 17. It has nothing to do with this post.
I want to preface it by saying that I am not by any means a literary genius.
**************************************************
UNSMALL RED GIRAFFE
Whilst a'smiling, Unsmall Red Giraffe
Began to chuckle...you could say laugh
For he was thinking of Uncle Maroo
(The purple giraffe with a polka dot shoe)
Uncle Maroo was proud and desrvedly so
So sad that his fat greasy wife was a ho
(There's more to this woman, but that you'll soon know)
Two years had passed since a spring day
When nephew Unsmall had come over to play
Oh, the sun was shining, a marvelous thing!
But then Auntie Maroo decided to sing
Unsmall, shaken, turned with shocked face
"That voice I heard singin' was a deep bass!"
So Unsmall he sneaked, quiet as a rock
Past the new sofa and past the hall clock
When all of a sudden, he heard a small buzz
He went up the stairs to see what it was
It came from the bathroom, "Uh-Oh", he thought
"I don't want to catch my Aunt on the pot."
"I'll peek in the keyhole, to glimpse the surprise"
"And if she is crapping, I'll cover mine eyes!"
Such a shock what he saw, he barely could think!
"Auntie Maroo shaves her face in the sink!"
But something was worse, something quite wrong
For at the same time, she was stroking her schlong!
Unsmall's face turned a mold green
He couldn't believe his "Aunt" was a queen!
And so that is how this story began
Unsmall found that his "Aunt" is a man
So whilst a'smiling, Unsmall Red Giraffe
Began to chuckle, you could say laugh.
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I apologize. I'm retarded.
cypher.
Have fun and maybe I'll still be here when you decide to return to your journal.
Come back.
How can we make cigar-smoking babies if you are in hiding...
heh heh heh