To Be Pegged...

What else has he done? Voicework as the Joker on a cartoon. Oh, how far we have fallen.
He hasn't aged well, as hasn't Carrie Fisher. Who knows, I'm... uhhh... I will admit I've masturbated to her in the 80's in that golden bikini, choking the living shit out of Jabba.
Who hasn't?
Sad that he never got any other kind of work. Harry Potter will see the same. The only one who ever broke out was Harrison Ford.
Leave me alone. I'm on a mission to see if there is a horseshoe buried wat up deep in his ayass...
Surrogates earlier tonight. I give it a strong B+. Him being in it dropped it down a notch. The story broght it back up to where it is now. Deal with it.
"Controlling, she says..."
I call bullshit.
Yet what good does it do in the end?
Exactly. Amazingly, right now the only voice in my head is my own. Who is there in the end? Ask yourself that in regards to your own life.
How righteous are your morals?
I would love to hear what someone who read this through from the beginning interprets this.
I bet they would totally misinterpret this.
This is a pining.
This is remorse.
The end of pity, of mourning.
"A rebirth?"
Hardly.
Unless I stop breathing, it is PUNCH OR GET OUT until I die. Headache/heartache is something that seems to be a concurrent them in my life. I guess I'm deadset on not giving up.
"She said you're trouble."
The Devil.
What us the most fucked up

Unentangled...

I am the craziest person I know. I will erase this tomorrow or whenever. Right now I can't even see straight. I'm so fucked up right now, if I left this unedited you'd have no idea, as wouldn.t I, as wouldn't I, as wouldn't I...
Fuck the Joker, I am the New World Madman. I await further instruction...
Punch or get out...

And They're Off!!!

Well, the first game of the season is in the books, and it seems my beloved Chiefs were not on the winning end of it all.

At all.

Not true, and I'm sure all the football guys will fail to notice that KC hung in there until about three minutes left in the game. The stats and final score are a bit misleading. The commentators and the referees were pretty much against us, and it was thinly veiled at times. I will say we held our own for most of the game, and didn't look bad at all. After next week with Oakland, we will easily be 1-1. We could've used this win, but worse things could've happened.

Cassell better be worth 65 million.

And he better be zinging footballs like a madman next week. We need an air game, they ran alot at first. Open the field up a bit first. Then lob one off to the side and let Larry Johnson do what he does best.

And no, I'm not talking about spitting on chicks at the local nightclub.

Fuck Ray Lewis, and that Flacco guy, too. Whoever was calling the game had nothing but gushy, gooey things to say about those guys. I thought KC had a better defense at times than the Ravens. That safety should've counted, and maybe they would've went for two on that first touchdown. That crap changed completely how the game turned out.

I do believe KC has a really good chance at turning out pretty darn good, espicially after hanging in there with Baltimore like they did.

Hope Haley stays on their butts. Hope Cassell takes command. Hope, hope, hope.

One of my favorite movies of all time. I really think this needs a reboot. I read all the Destroyer books way back when, and they need, need, need, a reworking. Unfortunately, Fred Ward was the perfect man for the jerb. Remo was the perfect man for the jerb, he just didn't give a fuck. I love this movie, I loved the books. Why can't they make this happen?

No Picture to Share...

Monetize. Just what the fuck does that mean?
And just how much is a human life worth? I'm trying to sort through this shit myself.
I will feel again when our lips touch,
I will feel again, I promise,
I will feel again when it doesn't mean much,
I will feel again when there are things I miss.
I will feel again when my life isn't so chaotic,
I will feel again when it doesn't hurt to feel,
My face feels a tick,
My face feels as if not real,
at times,
My fucking life,
It makes me sick.
I'm good , though, dood. Dood. Dood.
Dood.
I love how when you are at your lowest point everyone up and leaves you. You are worthless. Ha, am I?
I want to scream, I want to hit things. No one seems to be on my side. This is the worst time of my life, but I will be ok. In the end I will be emotionless. I will be like the rest of you. I will(not) think of only myself. I will(not) be motivated by greed. I will(not) be true to the earning of a buck. (Not) (Not).
I saw the Time Traveller's Wife. It was really good. I cried like three times. I saw many parallels in my life, without the love he had. And I broke my finger. It really fucking hurts and I have no recollection of how I did it. I woke up today and my foot hurt, and they were superdirty. I took my kid to the doctor today and I noticed my feet. Looks like a dirty hippy who trampled through a field of shit.
Such is my life, so who cares, right?
I think I'm going crazy sometimes, or am I just feeling? I am so used to being alone, and not caring. I can't even cry anymore. When I don't care, we are all in big trouble. It is much more than just not shaving or cutting my hair. I shuffle my feet, I look at people, yet I don't match eyes.
Like a butterfly, I will open up, I will...
I will.
Then what?

Love, Love, Love...

Comedy. Sympathy. Tragedy. I am the phoenix reborn. Will I learn from history or am I dooooomed. Dooooooomed to repeat it? Man, this will either be a seriously hawt ass serial killer blog, or it will peter out. Peter out...
My heart constantly falls. Not like a dip, more like a plunge.
I want many things I cannot ever have. I'm good though. Reborn, like Captain America. The first weapon, the first weapon. I am going to start a blog, and no one here will partake of it.

Taint Gonna Happen...

Put the needle on the record when the drumbeat goes like this:
"Untz untz... untz untz untz!"
Techno?!?!?
I have moved out of my computer room, and now all my shizz is nestled snugly in the corner of my bedroom. It was nice watching TV on hulu with my pc, instead of being forced to see whatever is being thrown out there on DISH. I'm also getting shit squared away so I can start doing things with my webcam, maybe do a little vlogging. The lighting is way better in here anyway so...
I also have a little handheld cam, but you gotta have an assload of lighting for that, so it's pretty much an outside thang. Either way, now I can share the gloriousness of my ferret. However, I got rid of the guinea pig over the weekend. That piece of crap was a waste of space. All I did was feed and water it, then it would fill its cage with poo and peeness, I'd clean it, and the process would start again. I couldn't sneak around the house for shit either, anytime she knew I was around, or heard me crinkling anything, she'd start shrieking because she was always hungry.
Or I'd be fucking busy, and she'd bite the bars on the cage. That can be extremely distracting when you are trying to do yo thang...
"Not cool at all."
Taint a good thang...
So I'm not missing her in the least, and I told my kid that her friend better not try to give it back. All sales final, even though it was free. And, hey, I threw in a whole giant back of feed AND bedding. Out of my hands now...
We saw A Perfect Getaway yesterday, and it was pretty decent. Steve Zahn was awesome as always, but something about Milla just bugs me. I don't find her attractive. And I knew they were the bad guys all along, the mistake of reading the wiki synopses beforehand. They didn't spoil it, but they mentioned the mother of all twists. And they tried to make it look like everyone they met up with on the Hawaiian trails was the creepiest couple you could ever possibly not want to meet up with... on said trails. I give it a solid B, but it could've done alot more with what they had. Delusional, crack loving lovers stealing people's very lives, let alone their identities.
What else can I think of? Ummmm, on vacation this week, gonna do some stuff around the house. I'm getting my insurance check finally, and it's about $3200, and that is nice to have coming in. I'm turning my computer room into my daughter's new bedroom, and I gotta buy a new dresser and bed. A few other things. She can set up her guitar in there, and I'm not sure if they are going to move the drumset out or not. Jam out!!!
"Is this guy for realz?!?!?"
Boring.
Geez, whadya want, for me to be all bleak, and how much life sucks, and wah wah wahhhh?
When I get my money, I will also be making a cage for my ferret, probably behind me. She will not like this, as she has never been caged, but I have to do this. She likes to poop wherever, and I can't seem to get her house trained. She will use the litter box when I catch her getting ready, but otherwise she doesn't seem to care.
This blog seems to have degenerated into poo and pee, body parts and drugs, murder and mayhem. At least this entry, so on that note...
I will bid you adieu.

Yes, I Fucking DID...

So many people laying the Hassle on me. I don't care. You can't get blood out of a turnip...
Not sure, but I layed out alot of uhhhhhh................ catch phrases today.
"Even the sun shines on a dawg's ass sometimes..."
DEJA VU?!?!?
Wah wahhhhh.
"Feel like I've been kicked away from the table for farting..."
Move ovah, boah...
I work alot and rarely sleep. I've noticed alot more grey, and even more facial wrinkles added upon that. Not really caring, yet not feeling complacent about all that. Did it before, ain't no thang to do it all again. Will get to the gym very soon. It is when I am in that mode that I am the most dangerous. Right now I work with really old people, I could learn alot from them but they piss me off so...
"I hate to watch them eat..."
Chewing.
Ha, you fucking people, you believe in so many things, yet have no idea.
Funny people. The Sandman knows what the fuck I'm talking about. I will either go to see Phish, or I will miss out and do what finally needs to be done. I'm tired of lying, I'm tired of it all and not feeling anything emotionally. I'm tired of fucking everything...
I'm just plain tired. People want me to succeed. People want me to fail. In the end, I will not have anything I stoopidly want now. People still hang on my every word on a daily basis. It makes me sick. Live through your own self.
All the people I care about have forsaken me. No, wait, I have forsaken mein own self. I fucking warned you.
When I do this, I will be utterly alone. I will be utterly alone. Utterly alone. Repeat. Repeat. Just kidding...
Not that nutz, just a bit down. I've done this before, this time I will not ever fall in love with anyone. I will be happy to be alone, to lie to people for sex and affection.
Love is for suckers...

Mein, All Mein...

This will be short but sweet. No dilly dallying around. I saw Funny People this weekend, and it was very good, but mostly sad. Not very funny at all. I give it an A, the Sandman shows his chops here and even throws in some Billy Madison acting for good measure.
The Collector was good too, but left you kinda wondering what up. I'm sure there will be more to come, until we are tired of it.
East Bound and Down is a fantastic show, I'm getting episode 4 tonight, and only have the 5th to get after that, but I will definitely buy the dvd when it gets cheaper. Tomorrow is Observe and Report, and it will be mein...
Oh yessssss.
It will be mein.
I think I will say fuck it all to the rest, and devour this on a nightly basis. I hope it's got alot of extras I can dive into.

Letter Nate Than Bever...

Explosions, explosions. When will it all end? Dunno, but I'm hoping things turn out alright in the long run. Time to see where fortunes wind up heeyah. I'm sorry to be so cryptic, but it's better than not posting at all. Or is it? I did a video for Nik Kershaw's Wouldn't It Be Good extended version. Tis up at the top somewhere. He is awesome, and he actually answered back an email I sent him at one time. Whee for me.
Not much else. Getting ready for my oral conference to see whether I get suspended or not for three days. Looks like it, as the guy that's going to do it was an asshole over the phone. Woops, guess I can't be late for a very long time.
Oh wellz...
More later. Fun and joy... and joyness.

Who Doth He Think He is...?

Some douchebag commented on my last two posts...
"Who does he think he is?"
How do we know it's a he?
Don't care personally. Either someone who got butthurt over what I said about their beloved Michael Jackson, or someone I know playing anonymous jackass.
I saw Moon yesterday. Wonderfully bleak and all that. The guy from Choke was in it, so I knew it'd be a good one. I enjoyed it immensely, and give it a solid A.
I went to the lake for some swimming, but the lake levels were way too high. Of course the jackass let me pay to get in, when he knew I'd be back to collect my refund. The pool was full, too, so no swimming today. I came back, made bacon wrapped cheddar and jalapeno brats with kraut, and soon will be kicked back on the couch watching tv.
I didn't drink this weekend, but my friend did, and I bet he is miserable for it. I always feel better without the drink, but after awhile you try to slip a few back in and WHAMMO!!!
My kid wants to run and get slimmed up, so we are going to hit the gym together. Mondays they are closed, so we are going to start slow. Hit a trail and just sun it up maybe. Chit chat. I need to get back into that. Fuck the rest of you.
The rest of you are the kind that post comments like, "You FAIL @blogging."
The kind that let shit fester away inside of you. I will not be one of you. Who do you think you are?
Who?
Coming soon: back in shape, mentally and physically. Videos will be made, stuff will be done. I will find a focus.
Michael Jackson is STILL dead, by the way. Fuck him.

Knowing is Half the Battle...

So I avoided this when it came out at the theater, and this was when I was going at least 3 times a week. Well, yesterday I finally rented it. Alas, I was unable to watch but a smidgeon.
Today, I got to finish it. To make a long story short, it sucked and the only part worth watching was when the sun scorched the planet.
And incinerated his extremely receding hairline to smithereens.
F+.
Now I'm fresh out of the shower, a svelt 175ish and beads of juicy dewyness rolling down my back. And into the crack of my ass, ha!
There's no work tomorrow, and I'm wondering if any good movies are even coming out. I kind of wanted/needed some overtime, but these three days will actually be spent recovering instead of piling on the hurt. I haven't been smoking, or drinking, so my everything feels better already as well.
I can either take the good car and have to get up early, or not go anywhere and sleep really really really late. If I do that, I won't get what I need to do done, if you dig. Decisions, decisions...

Sometimes people ask me why I'm giggling uncontrollably in a corner. It is usually because of this picture. They, however, know nothing.
Fools.

Michael Jackson on a Spit...

I went to the doctor yesterday, after the hellacious five day weekend I had before that.
Bad kidney infection, and my stomach must've gotten involved, because I threw up blood constantly Sunday, which in turn reamed out my pipes from all the acid coming back up. I pretty much didn't eat for five days, and I won't mention what else I did.
"Liquid diet, perhaps?
Indeed.
I was given ciprofloxacin, a heavy antibiotic, to knock this shit out. I had thought it was either a pulled muscle that wouldn't unkink, or kidney stones again...
But I was all nervous and jittery from you know what, and constantly nauseous. So they gave me promethazine, which I'd thought was some kind of super acid reflux killer or something.
"No-o-o-o-o-o-o sir!"
The dreams I have had...
It says it can be a heavy sedative, or great for insomnia. It was also used as an antipsychotic in the past. The chick doctor gave me the highest dose pills you can get, 25mg. If I would've taken it how she said, I'd be dead. I only finally took 1/4 of a pill last night, and boy did it hit hard. At first, I felt just kind of woozy, then extremely drousy. I fell asleep for 5-10 minutes watching Teen Wolf, then woke up all funky and kinda messed up feeling. When sleep overtook me again, I had really screwed up dreams. end of the world fare, but very vivid, very...
"Surreal?"
Frighteningly.
The things I remember, and can divulge, is that I was staying in some big hotel with family and other people I've known in the past. I was outside somewhere, and I looked to the sky. I could see this wierd cloud formation going on, like the mother of all tornadoes was spawning. Then I saw the tendrils coming out of it, and how large it really was. I alerted the person I was with, and we left. I got back to the room, and told everyone I was hallucinating or something, because I had seen what I thought to be the end of it all. Or soon to be.
"Did they confirm your suspicions of visual kookooness on your part?"
Did they ask you what you'd been smoking, and if you had any to break out?
Someone turned on the TV to CNN, and I was flabbergasted. Many things: giant figures floating on air, strange beasts, and just plain craziness. Alot of things from the bible, and they weren't happy. And no one in the room seemed to be bothered by it. Almost like acceptance of what was about to hit. I don't remember much after that. And when I woke up this morning, I was still woozy. The feeling didn't go away until, I think, I shit it out. And I've taken a shit five times now since I woke up.
I just thought I'd share what I remember since I don't usually dream, or remember them.
There was more, but of a personal nature I just can't share.

So anyway, like I said, I was watching Teen Wolf, which is an amazing movie. So many things going on at the same time, and Michael J Fox can act like a mofo. What a rare A+ movie. I also watched Knocked Up again earlier in the evening. Still good.
I haven't seen any movies since whatever I mentioned last time-ish. Debating on the Transformers, but it is superlong and I ain't big into cars, other than driving them.
Erm, what else? I was watching Battlestar Gallactica and Buck Rogers before, but had to take a break. So I'm almost finished with Silver Spoons now. Great, happy little show.
"Remember when your sisters curled you hair underneath at the bottom so you could look like him?
Then the curling iron burn you received on your neck?
Ha, we also tried the Flock of Seagulls 'do on me as well. That bird was not a healthy one.
Oh yeah, Michael Jackson. He died. Oh wellz.
Big deal.
I will say it. Fuck that pedophile. It's ok to pass trauma like that on because A: Daddy did it to him first, and B: he's so-o-o-o-o-o-o talented it should just be overlooked. How much did he pay in that settlement again? You don't pay if you didn't do it. It's like O.J. going free from murder charges only to find him negligable in their deaths...
Moments of silence they give him.
Why couldn't we have gotten that when he was alive, like...
Not having to hear about his legal woes, or what his other crazy family members were doing, or his music. Ha!
Raised up on a pedestal, I guess. And alot of lonely, demented buffoons worshipping him as a god. Downright pissed if you say a harsh word...
"On a pedestal..."
Should've been put on a spit instead.
Waddya want, a wing or a thigh...?

What up, Mofeckle?

How yo dick hangin'?
Low I hope...
Dennis Chevante. The man. I can't wait until Observe and Report comes out. Trying to think what else I'm waiting for, but they, if they even exist, elude memory for now. Dang it.
When I'm done here, I'ma go looking online to find out. A+ movie all the way. The director is the same as Foot Fist Way, and Danny McBride even makes a "guesty".
I just made that word up. Yay for me!!!
I also happened to be digging through a $5 bin at Best Buy with no hope in sight, when I spied Silent Rage. I'm sure if I watched most Chuck Norris movies now, I'd cringe like I do when I see the A Team. Doesn't have the same effect. But this one is Chuck versus the guy that's pretty much like Mike Myers without the mask. Kung fu plus Sci Fi plus the Country equals what?
An A+ plus movie still. I highly recommend.
What else: Sunshine Cleaning. A+ as well. Great movie, the kind of which gets overlooked and underseen. Too bad, and Steve Zahn makes an appearance as a sleazy exboyfriend/cop/still current lover.
Nothing else. Shopping around, so to speak.
Saving my soul...
"He has one?"
I think he's being sarcastic.
I also just finished season one of Charles in Charge. I have finished up finally tonight, and only wish they had season two. Great show, I wonder why Chachi died out of stardom? I mean, he was still banging away at some high profile poonanner even after he fell. Mind boggling.
I need to remember how to properly search Hulu so I can find new things to watch.

Shun...

I am always being led to Candy Mountain, but no more. Strength. Unicorns. Pink and violet. I once again am free, and care no more. Free to be me, free to be.
Yay for me.
Working out, very hard, very...
Diligent in my feeding habits. I saw a movie tonight that I expected to suck: it was called Expired. This guy is one step away from being a serial killer. I could but I'd be more the vigilante. I could never kill anyone who didn't deserve it. My only reason is revenge, though it is not much better.
Justice?
Why not?
Shun the nonbeliever, shhhhunnnnnnnnnn-nah.

Snifferpibbitz...

Man. I is............................

Can you dig it?

Love take me down... to the street...

Geeeeeeeeez.

Well You Lie, You Lie Lie Lie...

Tell me why, tell me why. Why you had to lie? Either side of the extreme, it all makes no sense. Do I care?

No.

I have shed alot of things, yet feel all them very distinctly.

When I come out of this I will surely be heartless, not care. This is my purpose, or is it?

I hate normality, I hate everything.

Fix me?

Signed, Sealed, and Delivered?

So here we are again...
Pink nipples and all. A man on vacation. A cancer.
I'd laugh if I had it.
Instead, I get to linger on, and fall victim to lesser crimes.
Betrayel.
Why?
The wind howls, as do I. A tornado would be nice. Lifted up, carried.
Then dashed. Ragdoll action. I open my arms.
I've been dead for years and years.
This kinda thing would only finalize it.
I may kill this blog soon, or leave it here, not sure. It started harmlessly enough, then I had to make it suck...

Gacy Schmacy...

My day today consisted of many things I had not originally planned on. One of which was setting the microwave on fire at work. It no longer works...
"He broked it!!!"
Inconceivable.
Au contrere. I did that and more, all of which I will not expound upon, including the drunken antics of one overly thirstatious ferret...
I saw Milk the other day. It was ok, a strong B+ even with Sean Penn playing the same character as he did in I am Sam, just a notch gayer on the scale. Franco is good, but a bit too much grab ass for my tastes...
I also saw the Street Fighter movie, and it was lame. Shun. Shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun.
What else...?
I'm seeing Shopaholic tonight, but I can't wait for The Watchmen to come out. That will be amazing. I pine for this...
"He pines..."
He doth.
So work, blah blah blah. Fuckers messing my shit up on a regular basis.
Cocktease.
I wonder if this blog will ever be of interest to someone in the far future. Will they wonder what the fuck this strange cowboy was all about?
Ok, the moment has passed. No more prideful wonderings.
It is bizarre to see how my blog has changed. Definitely not evolved but... devolved? Stripped down?
"Ha, minutely comic, perhaps..."
Tragically geh, possibly.
We are our own worst critics. We are the ones who hold ourselves back, from the unknown, from the...
Undead clowns. They want to suck the last bit of marrow from our funny bone, then use that jagged edge to pick lazily at their fangs.
I've been reading up on some things. There is usually some kind of cataclysmic event causing unknown oodles of trauma. Then a calm...
Then the giving up of all those things that hurt, caused pain. You shred them up, then toss them out the window. You abandon hope for awhile, then dig deeply into something.
You become interesting and not so numb anymore eventually. You find people begin flocking once again, wondering how... how... how...?
You then show that one fatal flaw, that event horizon which sends you careening off into the black.
"Swallowed."
Whole.
Why, you may ask?
This is what we do. We juggle, we make balloon animals, we let the children tear at us and well...
Fuck our shit up, for lack of better phrasing. We are always in search for treasure.
In this we are doomed.
In this we are doomed.

Doth it ring for moi?
Si, oui, and dah. It doth, yet doth not bring about randy late night fumblings as was earlier pined for.
Something good came out of it, I just need to "do yo thang".
"Methinks he doth procrastinate too much..."
Troo dat. He doth.
I originally started this blog after reading about Kevin Underwood, the retarded fuck who blogged and eventually killed a 12 year old girl. I was fascinated by the fact that this loser had a handful of years under his belt online, and you could semi see either his meltdown, or a ruse to get him some kind of mental unhealth back up.
So I started one too. It's been around for awhile, and occasionally gets neglected. I always come back to it. I had another that was wayyyy more private, but I had to kill it as it was too painful to continue it.
Someday, I hope to blog as some totally new, hip kat... bright and shiny... optimistic, wide eyed to the world once again.
"He doth dare to dream!"
Troo dat. He doth.
These are the voices, and thoughts, that hold me back, pin me down, and lay their steadfast custody upon my mouth to prevent my screams.
But nothing can hide the wild wideness of mein eyes. I fear it all, yet cannot stay where I am at, like being on the ledge of a burning building as the flames lick up my asscrack, and roast my taint until I...
"Plummet?"
Take the plunge.
Sploosh. The things I've seen seem to override the things that I have yet to see. I stifle, asphyxiate, black out, bring to screeching halt, burke, check, choke, choke back, clamp down, clam up, constipate, cork, cover up, crack down, curb, dry up*, extinguish, gag, hold it down, hush, hush up, kill*, muffle, muzzle, put the lid on, repress, shut up, silence, sit on*, smother, spike, squash, squelch, stagnate, stop, strangle, stultify, suffocate, suppress, torpedo, trammel...
"Someone's been using their online thesaurus."
Naughty, naughty...
So anyhoo...
I would love to fix my life, I would love to save the day, I would love to frolic like a hobbit in the shire. All that shizz. I will. I have to. I don't want this as it is now. I am not the person I once was, or would like to be remembered as. I tire of dreaming, wishing, planning, hoping, lying, procrastinating, committing acts of tomfoolery upon myself...
So yeah, it rang. I didn't hear alot of what I wanted to hear, but I heard enough. One thing. One thing. I hope it wasn't thrown out there as a halfhearted attempt at pity, or worse...
An empty promise like:
"When pigs fly, yeah, that's when I'll give you a call again..."
OUCH.
I just read up on addiction, and OCD stuff. Alot of that crap rang true, and you'd be surprised how little it has to do with the actual physical part of the jerb. A trauma, or neglect, as a child...
Not saying I was touched or anything, which I wasn't, just that sometimes kids don't understand the paradox that is life: some kid whining and pouting their asses off because they yearn for independence, your undead spouse expounding upon the shortcomings that your immediate presence brings, your boss handing you a letter reprimanding you for things of a paltry nature. Telling you that your behavior is detrimental to "the team", one of which you've been a part of almost half of your life. By someone who probably hasn't done a decent day of work ever in their life even.
This is what life is about. It's about who you know, how slick you are at making things happen at the expense of others, just... plain... bullshit.
How do you fix this, or "change" it as the Obama kids are saying these days, how do you turn it all around? Are you just supposed to numb yourself to it all?
I'm sure I'm not unique, but I wonder...
Am I the only one seeing how much it all sucks? Am I delusional?
In the end, it all burns, it is all engulfed.
"Flames..."
A baptism of sorts.
Ironic that the things that cleanse devour what has befallen. History is left to decompose, and the hardiest pieces crumble in the open like pages of an ancient tome, handled by the least skilled at the task...
In the end, everything and everyone dies. It is a race of the likes no one wants to be crowned victorious in. Trauma. New beginnings. Futility. Hope. Dismay.
Enlightenment...?