Noted and Forgotten

The creations of the mind — and the principles which preside over them — follow the fate of our moods, of our age, of our fevers, and our disappointments. We call into question everything we once loved, and are always right and always wrong; for everything is valid — and nothing has any importance. I smile: a world is born; I frown: it vanishes, and another appears. No opinion, no system, no belief fails to be correct and at the same time absurd, depending on whether we adhere to it or detach ourselves from it. E. M. Cioran ~ A Short History of Decay, p. 147~ (p/s: I have yet to get my hands on this book.Its got really good reviews and i am looking forward to reading it) Grymm Ripper :]

You're awake and lying in bed for what seems like ages. Your mind wanders aimlessly. Blasted Beyond Belief (by Bhayanak Maut) plays in the background. The room has become much warmer and you begin to sweat. You hear a growl but this one isn't coming from BM's track. You figured the source.It was your stomach. Funny you had a hearty dinner and yet you're hungry.Again. You look at the clock.Its 3.15 a.m. You've turned into a nocturnal being,you think. You give out a sigh and push your duvet aside. With much dread you get out of bed and walk towards the door. It is time to prowl and hunt. Grymm Ripper :]