SD's Farewell Address
Because Great Men Write Great Good-bye Speeches
This website is far removed from reality. I have no stake in real life, nor do I seek any. Reality is disgusting, brutal, difficult. And some thousands of hours, cast from me, had ended themselves upon this site.
Why must I take this painful road?
I must surrender. If I am to lead a life in which I can foster my own ego, then I must surrender. Only with such a loss can my own ego be finally secure.
This kind of security will never be wrought from walls of text and angst. and yet, the infirmities of my soul are such that idiocy trumps logic. I wish it were not so, that it were not necessary. But the world as it is in real life is not a serene or peaceful place.
The reality is that clashing lives have attacked independent spirits. The object is total demolition. I must send all of my reserves to the forefront, a constant stream of ambition and math ability. This is the heartbeat of the battle. And indeed, it is a battle of unparalleled brutality. Lower ability students are laughing as they read this and point. Women are crying or smiling sadistically as they realize that this is my end. Hapless me... I am the victim of sneak attacks. Large-scale invasions are conducted on my privacy, and terror strikes at my pancreas.
Four months and seven weeks ago, the shadow of who I am descended upon this internet and created a website. A new website, conceived in self-loathing, artistic desire, and dedicated to the very belief that quality was superior to quantity.
And now this site is tossed into a battle of wills, a battle of times that threatens to destroy its very existence. You meet me here at the pinnacle of its existence, upon a field of defaced destruction, bowed in the face of pressures. I present before you the resting place of this site's effects. It will be up until midnight on Monday morning, and then it will be gone.
It's been a good run.
April Fool's, I s'pose.
SD
Apr. 1, '06
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