"four worms. there are three types of people: you with them, them with you, and you against them. my mother told me if you can't resist the crowd, join it. i stopped being me, now i only create. the worms have eaten me, they're inside my head. they have four names: faith, disillusionment, passion, fear. four worms."

i found this written in russian on some young man's livejournal. i called my dad in, asked him to translate. upon finishing, he straightened up and scoffed, "that's some artistic bullcrap."

i beg to differ. i think it's beautiful.