This is the minute, ladies and gentlemen. The ultimate decision.
Grab the pick and plunge it into the 10 foot deep wall of ice I so callously refer to as routine. Shatter the chains and build new ones. To be one of the court you must prove yourself a knight before you are welcomed to dine with the kings, fat and bloated by the unlimited commodities at the populaces expense. Beyond imagination lies the golden coin and purest diamond. Beyond the known lies the daisy bed of a thousand miles vast. In it though, in it lies what we all dream of and chase after since the minute we became aware. It is the ultimate prize. And it is only an inch away. You just never reach it because it requires unlearning before you can learn the truth. To becomeenlightened.
I take to hand the scepter and raise it toward the army of none as I lift a foot from the load of wet cement that Ive been bathing in for so many years Ive forgotten what its like to breathe a deathless cup of air. No more the rotting in toil and pain. No more the disease of the common lifestyle I loathe with a passion not unlike the vengeance desired upon all for being born. It is the dawning of a new epoch. It is time for change.
Do entertain me. Speak the excuse and bow down before the age withered image of the foot of defeat so encrusted with decay and dead vines unmoved for so long youd suspect it had never been budged by a human soul. Inform me, if you will, of the many things you cant release to finally be able to reach the surface of the ocean youve been drowning in since the day you were born and at last inhale your first free breath. Indulge me. I implore you to do so. I can always use a good laugh.
What really is the worst that can happen? I suffer defeat and die a humiliating expire bringing shame upon my family name for generations to come? Hell, Ive been praying to whatever sentient being responsible for this mortal tomb to kill me and end my misery forged excuse for life since january 28, 1979! So throw a wrench in the cogs! Spill the water tower and murder the village! Charge in, sword in hand and accept the full brunt of the worlds wrath! Because the alternative is a nightmare of rent payments and traffic lights, bathroom soaps and credit cards. Am unending spree of solitary desolation strewn across my timeline forever and ever.. until I finally grow an inkling of courage and nurture the opportunity until I can break the mould.
So, whats it going to be? Life or death? In the end its all the same. But in the middle theres a chance to make each minute last forever.
Grab the pick and plunge it into the 10 foot deep wall of ice I so callously refer to as routine. Shatter the chains and build new ones. To be one of the court you must prove yourself a knight before you are welcomed to dine with the kings, fat and bloated by the unlimited commodities at the populaces expense. Beyond imagination lies the golden coin and purest diamond. Beyond the known lies the daisy bed of a thousand miles vast. In it though, in it lies what we all dream of and chase after since the minute we became aware. It is the ultimate prize. And it is only an inch away. You just never reach it because it requires unlearning before you can learn the truth. To becomeenlightened.
I take to hand the scepter and raise it toward the army of none as I lift a foot from the load of wet cement that Ive been bathing in for so many years Ive forgotten what its like to breathe a deathless cup of air. No more the rotting in toil and pain. No more the disease of the common lifestyle I loathe with a passion not unlike the vengeance desired upon all for being born. It is the dawning of a new epoch. It is time for change.
Do entertain me. Speak the excuse and bow down before the age withered image of the foot of defeat so encrusted with decay and dead vines unmoved for so long youd suspect it had never been budged by a human soul. Inform me, if you will, of the many things you cant release to finally be able to reach the surface of the ocean youve been drowning in since the day you were born and at last inhale your first free breath. Indulge me. I implore you to do so. I can always use a good laugh.
What really is the worst that can happen? I suffer defeat and die a humiliating expire bringing shame upon my family name for generations to come? Hell, Ive been praying to whatever sentient being responsible for this mortal tomb to kill me and end my misery forged excuse for life since january 28, 1979! So throw a wrench in the cogs! Spill the water tower and murder the village! Charge in, sword in hand and accept the full brunt of the worlds wrath! Because the alternative is a nightmare of rent payments and traffic lights, bathroom soaps and credit cards. Am unending spree of solitary desolation strewn across my timeline forever and ever.. until I finally grow an inkling of courage and nurture the opportunity until I can break the mould.
So, whats it going to be? Life or death? In the end its all the same. But in the middle theres a chance to make each minute last forever.
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assface:
mmm yea. oh pick up that cinnamon baby.
joscelyne:
ok what's wrong with that pic? did I miss one before it? not fair, I say. if i weren't so distracted i'd probably be throwing a tantrum right now, here, on the floor, beating my fists away and kicking and screaming. if there was another pic, I missed it. but i like this one.