10-7-15

As in life you shall live in death and drink from the golden chalice of sorrow. Your bitter lies bite your tongue and foul the air around you. Perhaps you are nothing more than a virus I must not catch; an illness I cannot breathe.

Through the darkest valley I feast on my enemies. Sharp pristine walls turn and twist…hall after hall…. The dead dance in my head.  Their faces forever stretch in agony.  Their moans stain my soul and devoid of rationality I stare at the kind of nothingness only the senseless could appreciate.

            The products I share overshadow the essence of this time and space.  I am just another shadow in the night.  Soon death will come for me.  We all have an end we cannot avoid.  But then what is the meaning to life?  Why do we live just to die?  It is all just pig s**t, isn't it?  We are all performers in a pig s**t theater.

When he hearkens to his temperament's content, a shrewder man recognizes all the anguishes once experienced. On the proliferating valley despair wore an angel's face. All that comes to pass on the generative terrain will forevermore be a king's heartache.

Welcome to my fragmented thoughts.

The destroyer has risen from the womb of a mortal. Man shall fall and demons will rise. Beyond the safety of this dwelling it waits. He will challenge you and you have a choice to either fight or run. May I suggest you run?

Amity is a poignant adversary that swindles sentiment as infidelity is a malignancy sown into a man’s loins.