| Welcome to my works. Written upon these pages, both analogous and digital, are the thoughts of one man -- trite and small in a world so silently consuming -- that may never be heard, may never be read. Take this as my foreword, and read it closely. This is my name. This is my word. This is my afterlife. |
ParadeI watched in awe of the eruption, the crimson flow, travelling across the dirt and between the blades of grass like so many cars on a traffic ridden highway. They moved away from me in a most peculiar way like some great parade; waving alizarin flags through the centre of a town. With their banners aloft, they moved slowly but with a certain purpose to their step that insinuated destination and intention. But the parade became rowdy, and it began to thrash and ebb like rapids with complete abandon. My eyes flittered, iParade
BlindsSnakes of white slither stealthily across my room eating the shadow away. I look out my window at the outside, I wonder what I see. Is it a world I live in? Is it a world I play in? Do I belong here?Blinds
I think to walk outside but the white snakes keep me back, begging me to pay attention as they dance across the walls. Should I let them dance? Is this what I am? Is this what I’m supposed to be? Do I belong here?
As time passes by the snakes retreat to the window, teasing me as they leave for the night while I sit
LieLie to me. Like you so readily do with every utterance across your lips the words spoken in discordance with every motion from your eyes to your legs.Lie
Lie to me. Do it again as you have before with the soft words breath’d
so tenderly against my skin in a way like you have always done to me with voices like knives.
Lie to me. Lie for the last time like you always have, Lie like you’ve always loved, Lie like you’ve always cared to because this time will be the last time; Lie and lie no more – because thi
ForewordAs man of body and little worth my words dot the pages (This indelible stamp of my eternity that, when death fairs take me from this place and put me into its final grip and hold) in ink to never be removed – not to be harmed by the forces exert’d nor by the play and craft that time, in most maligned intention, would not tarry to use against my life, but could not use against my word. A man is only his name, and in this name I survive (Time and Time and Time shall pass, but I survive in this – My Name) B(JJ)HForeword
*throws a muffin* Sup duder?
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Andrew the Mad Hare, sits way over there, and as I ran to glimpse at his tea, I saw the look in his eye and it occurred to me that well...the tea was LSD.
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BUNNY
"Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity." --John Lennon
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