Zevious Roflcopter

About me:

"Often he lay there all night long, not sleeping at all, just scratching on the leather for hours at a time. Or he undertook the very difficult task of pushing a chair over to the window. Then he crept up on the window sill and, braced on the chair, leaned against the window to look out, obviously with some memory or other of the liberating sense which looking out the window used to bring him in earlier times. For, in fact, from day to day he perceived things with less and less clarity, even those only a short distance away: the hospital across the street, the all-too-frequent sight of which he had previously cursed, was not visible at all any more, and if he had not been very well aware that he lived in the quiet but completely urban Charlotte Street, he could have believed that from his window he was peering out at a featureless wasteland, in which the gray heaven and the gray earth had merged and were indistinguishable.

I'm Zach, I am not merely a list of things I do or like. I'm not too complex, but I do have a habit of over analyzing, and that seems to be too much for the shallowness of most people. I'd like to say, now, that I've loved and lost, several times. But I haven't. I've lied. I've lied and lost. But by lying even a loss is a win. There's a lot of events to my story, but all lead to ultimately the same basic idea. It's not too hard to understand If you'd care to try, you might even enjoy the ride. You might come to love my sarcasm or my apathy, and though both of those traits are associated with arrogance, I assure you I'm no different from you, not really. No better or no worse.
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