Egocentric, egoism, egomania...never been one to be at the mercy of mine but the world seems to operate on strictly these terms. The bigger the better, the bitchier the better, the louder the better, and this thing just gets fed, becoming an orgasm of self righteousness and self importance. Well this is my shrine to my own ego, my friends egos and anybody else whose ego will bump into mine. Sometimes I'll refer to the ego in the nicest terms but in essence, all egos need deliverance and I dont mean it in saintly puritical terms but it needs to be reminded that its the lowliest creature that blinds us to who we really are: Greatness beyond measure. It binds us to the material.
My musings will be about my life, my aspirations. I'm not crazy about anything in particular, except writing, and I've had to come to terms with the fact that I cant be a closet writer. If you want to write, just do it, find a piece of paper, a blog, a notebook but just do it because its my soul that humgers for this outlet.
So shall I name my ego: yes, Greg, its male, trapped in the delicious wrappings of a female. Greg and I have been friends since I was a teenager. Greg came into my life as a shield from my shyness, and Greg gradually took over like any ego, demissing me completely sometimes in search of Gregs own wants...greedy I tell you, but sometimes the mother of necessity! I'll spot my ego moments in all my musings, so lap up all the lashings from me and Greg.
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