Who knew the shit would go down like this?
Well, I guess I did.
I mean, I know who I am, I have a gift for failure in many aspects of my life and so it continues on, and gets more significant. More identity is lost and thoughts drift in predictable directions. The direction of a lost, darkened idiot.
Occasional moments of clarity and reality attack the mind.
Purpose? Oh, what is purpose?
Reasons not to follow the powdered trail to the grand portal.
Simple power. Skill and determination for the journaled dreams and guidence found in the bindings of dust and decay. Creation of a spot. A liquid emotion. Distributed evenly among the starving cells of the brain.
Try again, you'll never do it.
