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Of all the interpretations of our existential purpose that i've heard over the years, One of my favorites is that we are the introspection of a blind God, We are the inward looking eyes of a sentient lonely universe whose greatest wish is to know itself, to see its own stars, see its beauty…” E-2 DOI Agent Simon Griever EDICT ZERO FIS

Day 199 of silver tongue dancing to the beat of sword blades sliding from a well oiled scabbard. Free your self from what you said or should have said, all you have is this moment. Enjoy this and forget the time you were face down in the gutter, your fist wrapped tightly around a bottle, like it was my neck. I free myself from all the times you fixed something i had made to perfection, your passive aggressive way of telling me I failed. Again. Your ghost is no longer my backseat driver and i am steering this black chariot into fame, glory riches. Whose ghost do you need to kick to the curb?

Day 199 of little girl dreams. I remember your pillow talk about how you wished to stroke that long white horn and how you cried when the last unicorn died. As you drifted off to sleep you admitted to being addicted to the musky scent of the great beasts skin, your smile betraying your true desire.

Day one nine eight of the devils grin. I dont believe in the devil, but i do believe some of the things he tells me. Taking an extra lollipop at the bank, cruising through every red light on foothills parkway, and being a dashing knave at every party. This late birthday drawing is a reminder that sometimes you should listen to that small devilish voice and indulge in your animal desires, take that extra long hot shower, luxuriate in the pleasure of your flesh, eat an entire pint of ben&jerrys on the toliet, let the devil in and enjoy this wonder life you inhabit

Day 197 of the walls inside our heads. I wish i could reach out and strip your mind of falsehoods like a sex scene on late night cable, a slow pan of fear, anxiety, regret, and jealousy laying on the floor next to the bed. Let me whisper "when doves cry" softy in your ear while hot, salty tears wash you clean

Day 195 of singing in the rain of swords, Crippled by pure thought, floating two feet above my body, the mercurial curse of a silver tounge and lighting storm mind brings a reign of terror when i get the blues. Im not talking 50 year old white guy with a pony tail blues, im talking burning all of your art you ever made in a Denny's dumpster blues. I know you know what im talking about. The worst part is the shittest ear worm plays in your head like the best scene from american psycho, and you backflip into the darkest part of your mind. Thanks to Black Flag for making the best depression song to get rid of the blues. Whats your anti depression sound track?