It has been a long time since I've posted anything so I looked back over the ramblings from the last few months. Am I insane ? It all makes sense to me but I know it shouldn't. Why is there no hint of the caged Devil that is here ? There is no sign of what I am. If one were to soak a Demon in concrete, find something important to him to threaten, and keep him too sedated to do anything about either situation... that impotent evil has-been would be me.
Universe... either save me or kill me. Don't let me rot. Recycle me. Blast my matter back into the ebb and flow of your own. What good comes of this waste ? What purpose can I serve as a caged nothing ? What once was is no longer here ! Take the shell that's left and do SOMETHING ! All I can do is influence... I can't even live vicariously. I wind up toys that happen by and send them off in one direction or another. I can't even see them once they go along their way. Am I to simply stay and fuel such tiny gears ? Am I rolling this goddamned rock up a hill for nothing more than giggles ?!?
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With the rock, survival, we become decadent which can make us spoiled and ungrateful to be alive. Push your rock-during moments when survival is eclipsed, passion arrives. When passion becomes muted the art of survival will take its place, and continue to cycle on.
ReplyDeleteI have been scolded into action ! lol
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