be bad, be mine.
for the record,
that is amazing, how people become calmed down
when they came to obsess the certain amount of gold.
certainty? power? self-assurance? anything it can give.
and when they become calmed, they make me happy.

thus, i should have no regrets for supporting.
...
there were times, i hated given my gold away.
greed competes in me only with lust and pride.
in the equal amounts, obviously.

@темы: in all its grandeur, our morbidly pleasant place