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I used to rule the world,
seas would rise when I gave the word.
Now I sleep alone,
sweep the streets that I used to own.

i used to roll the dice
feel the fear in my enemies eyes.
Listen as the crowd would sing,
Now the old king is dead, long live the king.

One minute I held the key.
Next the walls were closed on me.
Then I discovered my castle stands
upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand.

I feared nothing,
then the bells were ringin'.
Roman cavalry choirs are singin'.
Sleeping now with my sword and shield.

Tonight is the night,
where everything is to be out right.
I just want to feel the wind,
and dance with the stars in the sky.

Rant 1: Cell phones and shadows.

It's pretty laughable how hard it is to start typing on this blog. A blog created for the soul purpose to vent out about nothing (or everything). I guess it's my defense mechanism jumping in and saying, "Now, now Travis; everyone has problems, there is ALWAYS something worse."

(This defense is one of the thing I wish would dissolve from my personality.)

It really sucks censoring oneself constantly for fear of a sour look. Now, I can sit here and blame a whack-job childhood or blame it on an "overactive brain", but that just doesn't sit well with me. I love my brain.

So, onto my first rant: Cell phones.

Fuck. Off.

Seriously. I understand that the wave of the future is this awesome technology that allows seamless conversation without cables. But fucking christ, it's getting a bit out of hand. But, if I have another 17-year-old bitch snap at me cause her bill was $497.90 in overage charges due solely to text messages...I just don't know.

I probably could only react as our friend Wayne Brady would...

"Does Travis Baker have to choke a bitch!?"

Yes. Yes he does.
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"It comes with the job, Travis."
"Just be nice and fit the profile, Travis; You're one of our best technicians!"

Like I really want to work tech support at 24. Sure, the money is great; and the area is awesome. But there is a HUGE gaping hole in my being that isn't being filled. I crave accomplishment. Its not about money or power for me. I just want to be the unnoticed guy who can help when needed. Someone who can sit back and relax in a cafe and actually *enjoy* a coffee without being barraged with self-conscious bullshit. It's really exhausting.

I just want to be alive.
I just want to be myself.
Really alive.
Really myself.