Expressions
I need to express myself.
Ironically…
I resolve to speak less.
Real fed up with parasites, double crossers and myself. I guess, when one displays too much abilities, such minions of the prince of flies readily gather around one. To rot that unfortunate soul, oh woe unto that blithe day when the veil was outcast and an innocent crest outshone, for it is now decayed yellow, rotten and putride…
Putride, like the eve of the encroaching squall of zombies. Signing with a crooked visceral, and impaling, vomitting, unto,
me!
Such is the angst contained when light shines on a smiling your’s truly today.
Ah.
It feels much better to let it all out.
I realized that we’re not really beyond good and evil. We are to varying degree certain compositions of both. Certainly.
Logotherapy helped a little.
From now on, I will not trust so easily… especially those.. who walk with an arched back, crooked smile, and have fishy armpits.
I’m focusing on the future now. It’s something I want to create =D.
=) peace
