ravena

7/02 what can i say? they told me time and time again, 'the world is at your fingertips, you have only to reach. you weild the key, use it.' and so, i began my crusade, expecting reality to be... real. a path, something that could be easily navigated in sleep. everything right, or wrong. good, or bad. now i travel through this soulless wasteland, where unjust hatred and contempt spread and rage like a biblical plague. rightious men committing sadistic acts, all that was once good, crumbling under the weight of common stupidity. an opinion worth one hundred truths. in the midst of this holocaust that smolders under ski