She had no reason to persuade.
It was always just a myth
perpetuated
on fire.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Schism
Unload your head.
What I mean is cock back your brain, pull the trigger and sneeze.
There's nothing more frightening than a fistful of placebos, mood stabilizers and a cup of spiced rum at 5am.
Here's the story. But don't forget it before you fall in too deep. Before nothing seems illuminated anymore.
A story about a path, or a search for what will never abide. A path to redemption, but the search exists only for when you're finally lost. Too far gone. Further down that path than expected. Away and forlorn. Find home. Find desolation. Find your self awake at 5am sucking on an ice cube that might as well be your childhood pacifier.
Sometimes it has that effect. Sometimes you can see only light reflecting to degrees of maddening shimmers, and the darkness becomes a curious threat. Reach out! Into that light you will be encompassed by these varying degrees of blindness that no ambitious man can carry on with alone.
Know that this is not on the path you seek. That path, that message of hope and expectation, it has it's limitations. It's inspired by men in dark suits with no names. Ambitious men. But you're free to choose otherwise. Choose outside your charm and charisma for example. But why would you? There is still hope left in self-preservation. Civility remaining. Get to the heart of it.
Find the cheese. Find the rat. Don't get caught on the ramp. It's all a trap. It's a labyrinth of woe. And you'll need to go through it at least once. You should know that something's up when the only effect is your 'any path of light'.
Take this torch with you, down into the darkness, and you can see it for yourself. The paths above mean nothing. Look around.
There is no blind-in-one-eye uncle. No faceless giant in the woods. No fear from what is lost or has now become unknown. No imagination or worry. It's okay to breathe deeply.
Do not struggle or assist. Break-out, or give-in to redemption. Those are your choices. One begets one. The force of salvation's grace will guide you through the slalom. The soothing and smoothed ice of a bobsled track. This is your path. Your life has yet to become the Olympics, as you see it only through a single event.
Unload your head.
What I mean is cock back your brain, pull the trigger and sneeze.
There's nothing more frightening than a fistful of placebos, mood stabilizers and a cup of spiced rum at 5am.
Here's the story. But don't forget it before you fall in too deep. Before nothing seems illuminated anymore.
A story about a path, or a search for what will never abide. A path to redemption, but the search exists only for when you're finally lost. Too far gone. Further down that path than expected. Away and forlorn. Find home. Find desolation. Find your self awake at 5am sucking on an ice cube that might as well be your childhood pacifier.
Sometimes it has that effect. Sometimes you can see only light reflecting to degrees of maddening shimmers, and the darkness becomes a curious threat. Reach out! Into that light you will be encompassed by these varying degrees of blindness that no ambitious man can carry on with alone.
Know that this is not on the path you seek. That path, that message of hope and expectation, it has it's limitations. It's inspired by men in dark suits with no names. Ambitious men. But you're free to choose otherwise. Choose outside your charm and charisma for example. But why would you? There is still hope left in self-preservation. Civility remaining. Get to the heart of it.
Find the cheese. Find the rat. Don't get caught on the ramp. It's all a trap. It's a labyrinth of woe. And you'll need to go through it at least once. You should know that something's up when the only effect is your 'any path of light'.
Take this torch with you, down into the darkness, and you can see it for yourself. The paths above mean nothing. Look around.
There is no blind-in-one-eye uncle. No faceless giant in the woods. No fear from what is lost or has now become unknown. No imagination or worry. It's okay to breathe deeply.
Do not struggle or assist. Break-out, or give-in to redemption. Those are your choices. One begets one. The force of salvation's grace will guide you through the slalom. The soothing and smoothed ice of a bobsled track. This is your path. Your life has yet to become the Olympics, as you see it only through a single event.
Unload your head.
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