machiavelli’s prince and sun tzu’s art of war. make me feel like there are people out there who understand truth.
machiavelli’s prince and sun tzu’s art of war. make me feel like there are people out there who understand truth.
he read the poem and called me a gemini assassin and i nearly fell out of my chair. in a good way.
i laughed. well, my blog is black, i said.
it could also mean emo, he said.
i’m not emo.
there’s a ninja that guards my portal, i said.
i don’t doubt that, he said.
strange though, that this conversation came up because it was in an email that somehow had not reached me. and he’d panicked when i didn’t respond.