The Experiment (Part 1)

It's the saints that we fuck and the stars that fall from pedestals of grace, with their halos of thorns bound fast around gilded plastic faces. We're all just hypocrites and liars, dreaming wide awake on our beds of dead roses. Let the curtain fall on this great tragedy. The endings been written from the start. And slit the wrists of emptiness, because fulfillment is the greatest of all myths. Still, we stand fast on the barren wasteland of civility and reason. Let us say goodbye to all that we thought we believed in.

An Intruduction

I suppose like all things, it's best to begin this with an introduction. That being said, you may call me Johnny. And no, that's not my real name. Those that know me know it, but really, there's nothing in a name anyway. A name is simply a label, an identifying mark, and all to often, the basis of unfair judgment. A person cannot be truly defined by a name alone. On that note, I suppose this is the point where I should try to define myself in greater detail. I could sit here and list trivial information; my hobbies, interests, experiences, etc... But in doing so, I'd just be wasting everyone's time. The idea of definition is one that is completely subjective anyway. What may be great to one person could be completely reprehensible to another, and so on and so forth. As such, I'll simply say this: I eat, I sleep, I breathe, and I bleed. I am a human being, just as you are. Anything beyond that is not for me to determine.