and so forth

Can a person live on an ongoing pattern of destruction and vice? Maybe we are not dealing with a "person" here.
And what really describes a "person"? any how? one who can eat, sleep, fuck, kill... who came up with this shit anyhow?

living means creation, destruction, creation, destruction... and so forth.
Anyone of us who can create/destroy... doesn't that describe what people view as godlike?

maybe we are all gods.

this scar over my heart, where I let my subconscious take over, still makes me wonder
what were my intentions?
maybe to draw a little life from this body?

such a miraculous contraption it is.

Just wanting to see how it works
like any curious kitten would rip the skin off a mouse

he just wants to see how the damned thing works

-but you tell me over and over and over again my friend
you dont believe we're on the eve of destruction-

Need

a vacation from devastation.

one thing after another hurling its way toward my fort.

The battles seemed so small, but when you're faced with one blow after another you tend to just want to fall behind.

every man for himself.

Something will help me out of this puddle of shit and blood

this poisonous gas, we're all forced to jump right in and see how long we can stand

but some will fall in the midst of it all.

and some will choose to get back on their feet and fight even when there seems like no end.

I'm trudging through this fire swamp and I see the oasis in the distance.

with bodies falling around me

some metaphors, some real

i can only daydream of the overwhelming pleasure you can never experience without the intolerable pain of the long roads you cross.



bliss.