Deathcore’s Homework
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Friday. Edo sent me another list from Lecco tonight and labelled it `”homework.”` I told him school already supplies homework. He said school doesn’t supply useful homework. We spent nearly an hour on MSN arguing about hardcore versus the techno I’ve been listening to lately. He claims I am becoming soft. I asked how listening to Mauro Picotto could reasonably be classified as soft. He then changed his argument to `”different.”` This is what victory looks like online.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.