I hurt a god…

Posted on December 17, 2008 by hitwoman.
Categories: to me who is concerned:.

And so we go through a moment in our lives when we fervently wish our brain would not betray us by shutting down without your knowledge. That your body can actually absorb a whole spaceship of alcohol and not fold on you.

I hate the fact that I am half-human and bound to commit acts of forgotten lasciviousness and mindless misdemeanor that may cause harm and physical damage to a god being idolized by many and vowed to be protected by a multitude.

I hate the fact that I am half-human, only, and unlike the gods i know, I have several weaknesses, one of which is to lay my eyes on a particular self-absorbed god.

So, alright. How does one qualify to a mistake punishable by insults and reckless image-bombardment?

Lawfully, if a conduct is performed by a suspect while influenced by a powerful substance–for example, a leaf-extracted substance of alcoholic nature– and the suspect is clearly and obviously inebriated to the extent of not being able to perform simple bodily functions, then that person is considered to be temporarily insane.  Hence, the suspect is less aware of his actions and considered less guilty. A husband who kills his wife while in a black jealous rage is often found not guilty and the case is dismissed.

If we check on the motives of the suspect, if there is any, then we can probably find out what actually led to the conduct, and perhaps, be able to judge the suspect more wisely. Thus, enabling us to ask if the suspect really does deserve a little bit more understanding and less unfair judgment.

Yes, I am half-goddess and half-human. And yes, I commit mistakes. And yes, I hurt your god, and yes, I am very, very sorry. But stated by the laws of humanity and the laws mandated by the gods, each of us should learn how to be fair in the judgment of our fellows. That we will be better off if we know how to feel compassion when we think about other people.

That is why there is a left and a right. An up and below. right and wrong. heads and tails. because we need to see both sides of the object of our sight. In understanding things, this is what is vital.

 In the end, the fact remains that my heart bleeds still for what happened. And my heart beats still for he-who-must-not-be-maimed-and-named. the god who is not a god for me but a regular joe who got hurt in the name of tequila.

my heart beats for you. and i am sorry.

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N, my god of the airwaves, lo perdona prego.

Posted on by hitwoman.
Categories: to me who is concerned:.
ho provato a arrestarmi dal suked in questa sensibilità dell’essere indifeso portata essendo nell’amore scopante. potrei mutilarmi appena per arrestarmi, ma non ho fatto. non ho letto i segnali di pericolo, così ora io sono di nuovo ad essere ossessionato con un uomo che potrebbe mai mai essere miei. io appena rimangono nelle attività collaterali della sua gloria e lo guardano essere nell’amore con qualcun’altro? o dovrei dimenticarlo e muovermi appena sopra per trovare qualcuno per ossessionare con ancora? oh, N, ho rovinato il vostro collo, tuttavia avete rovinato il mio cuore.
come sarò mai degno di voi? come conoscerete la profondità di che cosa ritengo per voi? per voi sono un marchio di infamia, io sono un vampiro che non può controllarsi. così come confronto a voi? come mi siedo vicino voi? che cosa sono nei vostri pensieri? oh, n, im così spiacente per che cosa ho fatto. l’amore che ritengo per voi non chiede qualche cosa nel ritorno. lo esaminerò quando lo vedo e lo amerò nel mio proprio senso e non dovete sapere ritengo. lasci questo amore non corrisposto fiorire nell’ossessione che non lascerà chiunque soffrire ma in me. ti amo, novie.

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