Saturday, November 2, 2013


"Write you bastard," they say. The whisper cool and quiet, subtle and often forgotten. Delete, delete, delete with all your might. Back and forth and round and round you will do this until the cows come home. A jagged symphony at best, grandiose to say the least. The venture seizes an extraordinary mystique, to manifest before the pupils of god. The mislead. the chosen. The harsh and cruel. sick and decaying. Unholy. Thank goodness for the blessing running in blood. There for all equality. For better or for worse. A draft of tragedy. A formula for all to compose.

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