The curtained sleep was tormented by him.The solace that he found in his sleep was turned into a gruelling epitome. He was being epitomized. Ignorance dominated his rationale. He was walking down a thin fine line. It was light on one side. It was even brighter light on the other. He chose the latter. It is then that he heard a voice say "See you on the other side.The dark side."
And you thought the pendulum wouldnt stop!it does!thats why im gonna kill you!
The cemetery gates are silhouttes!And you thought the gallows were scary!Do you think that your shadow betrays your fear?
You shall carry the cross and bleed out your crimes!your pain shall be my elixir,your grief shall be my solitude,your poignance shall invigorate and your retrospection shall be my catharsis. Destiny all ends in that six feet! The bells toll!
Rest in peace you fucked up soul!Thou hath bled for thy sins!death hath diminished thy existence and hath purged thy cursed soul!
You are Me.I feast on your memories and your fears.Are you cold?I am the cold.I wield the Scythe.Blood never tasted like wine,until then!Your Epitaph shall be,My destiny! Thy mind is a poisoned chalice and I am the poison. You made me. Thy fate shall rest in thy hands and thou shall be a puppet stringed by thyself. I am thee. The strings are ephemeral. Thy choice shall be Thine. Thou shall purge me from thy within. The choice is thine. I am the choice. Take a closer look. Sleep is just ephemeral. The nefarity in your eyes fail to disguise you. Water and wine become but the same. Divine intervention and prayer shall not even give thee momentary bliss for thy hath sinned. Death is ephemeral. You sleep forever. I triumph. I fail. I succeed and fail juxtapoxically. It turns cold. I am the cold. They are fickle minded and prone to me. I seduce you and thy shall lust for me. The knowledge that thy lust shall betray is known. Still thy lust. I am the lust. Another soul walks the thin fine line. Another piece off the big jigsaw puzzle of life. He was no different. They are all the same. They make me and invigorate me. I kill them. I am ...
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Pointless Stuff.
The world is plagued by pointlessness.It dominates the thoughts and actions of people irrescpective of their age,gender,religious and spiritual views,gender,geographical positioning,gender,the soap they watch,gender,their professional inclinations,gender,what weed they smoke,gender n weed,the kind of music they listen to,gender weed n music. Its all about the choices we make,and clearly our thoughts are influenced by the what there was and what there will be. Its all about will bes n was theres. The point is,when gender is gender we had what the world was;a world that was infested by gender discrimination and when gender becomes sex it becomes what the world is now. One big bed. U live to for it? or do it to live?
pointless.
Spiritual marketing and propogation. When they have nowhere to run to,they run to god or god like alternatives and immerse themselves in spiritual songs which is actually the sounds aliens make when they pee. They pee in karoke and surround sound dolby systems which are pee proof. They cry out all their sins aloud thinking that they shall be forgiven n redemption shall be assured. They cry out their sins. They confess. Then they smile,ignorant of the fact tht their room is wired to the FBI. They all get arrested and are fed to the crocodiles. The few who survive then take the holy water from god like man wearing brown clothes and bling and fake Dolce shades. They drink it and get hallucinations. They think that they are reflecting on their past. Have u heard of Marijuana water?. Surely they have not. The even fewer who survive are given books to read which is titled "Go back to Nature" and "The herbal in U". They are taught to embrace nature. They embrace nature. They become one with nature. They enjoy the spiritual transcending and the divine harmony in the pristine forests. They smoke nature. It wasnt wierd. It was Weed.
pointless.
Recession.Bankruptcy and brown wheat bread which tastes like clay are the highlights of this period. But recession did not happen due to any of the economical social and political reasons mentioned by all the top news agencies across the globe. The actual reason can be traced to a small village in Bosnia called Krefzinovia where the krefzinovians live. The village is famous for its scenic landscape and its rolling hills. Krefzinova was the krefzinova of the world. People from all over the world would flock here to view this marvel. People wanted to know why Krefzinova was the Krefzinova of the world. The village chieftain of Krefzinova was fuckinsnakerippedmy dick krefzinova. He was a son of the land. They found him in a ditch and he had to be taken out and instead of his umbilical cord they had to cut off a snake which was biting his privates. But sadly with the snake came his privates. Hence he could not be called the son of the land. Pointless. People stocked from all over the Globe to visit the village and stare in wonder at its supermarkets and public toilets and buses. They knew that these buses could be found nowhere else on this globe. They clicked pictures by the thousands. They were taken over by the beauty of the electric pole which was not painted. The old grandma down the road who was reading da vinci code was thought to be the direct descendent of Mother Marys grand grand grand grand grand grand niece and was worshipped with Flowers,beer and chicken stew. When she died she was buried next to picture of her grand grand grand grand grand grand grand aunts clock and a statue of iron maiden. She died with a bang(d). The people were attracted to the museums which displayed rare artifacts like the first toilet used by fuckinsnakerippedmydick and his great blind aunts diary where she scribbled. People were swept of their feet to see a skeleton of the Common house cat of Krefzinova. There it was called pteredactyl. They gave all their wealth,their assets and their virginty to the Krefzinova. They became broke fucked and stupid citizens. They turned out to be.
poinless.
to be continued.
pointless.
Spiritual marketing and propogation. When they have nowhere to run to,they run to god or god like alternatives and immerse themselves in spiritual songs which is actually the sounds aliens make when they pee. They pee in karoke and surround sound dolby systems which are pee proof. They cry out all their sins aloud thinking that they shall be forgiven n redemption shall be assured. They cry out their sins. They confess. Then they smile,ignorant of the fact tht their room is wired to the FBI. They all get arrested and are fed to the crocodiles. The few who survive then take the holy water from god like man wearing brown clothes and bling and fake Dolce shades. They drink it and get hallucinations. They think that they are reflecting on their past. Have u heard of Marijuana water?. Surely they have not. The even fewer who survive are given books to read which is titled "Go back to Nature" and "The herbal in U". They are taught to embrace nature. They embrace nature. They become one with nature. They enjoy the spiritual transcending and the divine harmony in the pristine forests. They smoke nature. It wasnt wierd. It was Weed.
pointless.
Recession.Bankruptcy and brown wheat bread which tastes like clay are the highlights of this period. But recession did not happen due to any of the economical social and political reasons mentioned by all the top news agencies across the globe. The actual reason can be traced to a small village in Bosnia called Krefzinovia where the krefzinovians live. The village is famous for its scenic landscape and its rolling hills. Krefzinova was the krefzinova of the world. People from all over the world would flock here to view this marvel. People wanted to know why Krefzinova was the Krefzinova of the world. The village chieftain of Krefzinova was fuckinsnakerippedmy dick krefzinova. He was a son of the land. They found him in a ditch and he had to be taken out and instead of his umbilical cord they had to cut off a snake which was biting his privates. But sadly with the snake came his privates. Hence he could not be called the son of the land. Pointless. People stocked from all over the Globe to visit the village and stare in wonder at its supermarkets and public toilets and buses. They knew that these buses could be found nowhere else on this globe. They clicked pictures by the thousands. They were taken over by the beauty of the electric pole which was not painted. The old grandma down the road who was reading da vinci code was thought to be the direct descendent of Mother Marys grand grand grand grand grand grand niece and was worshipped with Flowers,beer and chicken stew. When she died she was buried next to picture of her grand grand grand grand grand grand grand aunts clock and a statue of iron maiden. She died with a bang(d). The people were attracted to the museums which displayed rare artifacts like the first toilet used by fuckinsnakerippedmydick and his great blind aunts diary where she scribbled. People were swept of their feet to see a skeleton of the Common house cat of Krefzinova. There it was called pteredactyl. They gave all their wealth,their assets and their virginty to the Krefzinova. They became broke fucked and stupid citizens. They turned out to be.
poinless.
to be continued.
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