I have no excuse for this behavior, and therefore will not be providing any. Expectations will be equivalent for those who cross or embark on this expedition. Inquisition and criticism are not only welcome, but required. The voiceless will be spoken for, however those reluctant to speak will be expelled for their deficiency. No leaders, JUST followers. Followers of conscious illumination that conspires to extinguish the darkness they have reigned down upon us.
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Fire lights the sky.
Dirt, soft from burial.
No need to cleanse this new skin.
The eyes, they feel the same, though they are not.
Ever-changing shades, how different the scent.
Courses, taste bitter as usual.
Over consumption bleeds exhaustion,
Frailty and bruises sink, no room in the shallows,
My hangman, the Windsor, is calling.
Image: Alex Grey
There are moments when I get the impression that my mind has been worked on or rewired so many times that it’s held together by gorilla glue, duct tape, and string. Perhaps that’s why occasional feelings of fragility exist accompanied by the sensation of unraveling or coming unglued.
The banging of the war drums is akin to a music festival where war is celebrated instead of peace and the drugs in circulation are mind contracting snippets of misinformation and propaganda.
This story has already been written, by the same writers, with the same director, under the same production company. The actors are chosen as the story progresses, revolving casts of protagonists and antagonists, while the studio’s publicists continuously sell the drama.
You can either be an extra and perpetuate the narrative or search for another script. I suggest you write your own and maybe even become the star.
If someone could please invent an inflatable, pocket sized, travel scream pillow for those times when you’re on the go and someone decides to spew some mindless, illogical shit at you, that would be great. Interchangeable covers, offered in a variety of fabrics, colors, and patterns would also be greatly appreciated.
The overwhelming acceptance of the romanticized, glamorous vampiric form must be comical to those who quench their thirst for youth during ritualistic torture and sacrifice. The mass injection into all forms of media fulfills the necessary disclosure needed to continue such horrific acts in the Twilight of the Underworld.
Ironically, if we all WEREwolves, we could put an end to all the bullshit.