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bright eyed and bushy tailed, let us brave the day. let us stay this way, forever, while they all age into dust and dirt and maggots and pestilence and judgement and…and…and…and…rotten bones and…fucking nothing, reminders that we are nothing and always and will forever feel that way. nothings.

not that you will.

i know i won’t.

of course, they will.

breathlessly let us climb to the highest of heights. escape comes in many forms.  there must be some way out of this place. we will fly. the city shall shrink below us and become toys and become ants and become small pins and needles and…and…and…and…become memories and…we will see how nothing everything is when one has escaped. tiny shards of light vanish into depths of imaginary lightlessness. close your eyes.

that i will do.

you should come with me.

they cannot follow.
sleep is dull. days are bright but days are days and let us be tonight. shadows hide imperfections, they hide our truth. light hides our imagination. imagine everyone is gone but us. we have helped them all. violet exit. we helped them and assisted them and pushed them into the void and…and…and..and…provided them and…showed them the truth.

we didn’t.

you didn’t.

oh, how i wish they would.

the brightest is the truth. we can hunt it. kill it. if we kill the beast, we live in bliss. how many heads does the beast, does the truth, does our obstacle posses?  bliss is but a narrow flight away. we should bring more arrows. shower them randomly in hopes of hitting the source of illumination and shoot blindly and fire chaotically and…and…and…and always reach for the stars and…we can live in darkness forever.

i will.

you will.

fuck. everyone will.

bliss is dark. dark is eyes closed. bliss is death. death is ignorance. bliss is light. bliss is blinding flares. bliss is sex. sex is a bright star. implode, up there. explode, out there. let us fly to it. below us is nothing. above us is nothing.

i am.

you are.

there is no one else but death and dark and light and sex and…and…and…and…us and…nothing.

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2 Comments

  1. really don’t think starting your own work with a proverb is ever a good idea.

  2. to each, their own.


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