Save Me From Cynicism
Yes, that's right. I'm starting up a "save Will from cynicism" phone-in campaign. Simply call me at x1799 and talk to me about whatever the hell you want to. Or, you can come visit the room. That's also a welcome thing. Prove me wrong about my pitifully low estimation of human nature, if you dare! Or you can just do the Safety Dance. I like "Men without Hats." They make me laugh. Wow, but that was random.

My Curse
It seems that I am terminally poetic. Yes, that is my curse. When I shift into poetry mode, it is as if every single demon I have subdued within my soul bubbles to the surface. Rage, pain, suffering, bitterness, angst, depression, despair, and all my sorrows come to light, and I silently cry out in agony. In these moments, a little bit of myself succumbs to the dark and the demons gain a bit of ground. I pray that I can survive this. Perhaps I truly am a writer of the blood. Oh well.

On a lighter note, I found this website, and it made me laugh profusely. Give it a read if you want to see religion at its worst.