harambe

7/31/16

12:55 AM

i don't really have a title or a direction for this post but i'm just going to write as the evening progresses. the title obviously will have nothing to do with the actual topic of this post too. everyone just fucking loves memes though so why not?

we pray, and we slave to the beasts that we've made. a design that is defined by the lines that we lay, a monster to never be slayed. to keep the demons at bay we relay to one another that destruction will cover the fields leaving nothing but burnt bodies and corpses left to decay.

we pray, and we slave to simply carry the weight and live our lives as if they're debates, trying to prove a point and create a purpose to let us say, to give us the right to proclaim that it was all worth it. nothing ever truly fades away except these colors in our lives if we fall astray from our roads that the gods made. the colors were created and reverberated across the minds of mankind, tools that the gods gave us to keep us on these lines. the lines now though have become so thin, translucent.

1:15 AM

people often say that each day is the same shade of gray. those people are the ones who wish they'd never woken up that day, lay in bed and waste away. but that's okay, we all still alive. those we cry for however are still more alive than some of us will ever be. 

yeah this is gibberish but it's what you're reading.

we see the divide but seldom do we look hard enough to find the way across. we are disgruntled by the distance and the fear strikes deep into our hearts and tells us that we cannot do that of which we very much can.

1:23 AM

she sat in the hall of her distinguished palace. the rain fell softly upon the loamy soil and rolling hills that surrounded the facades of the palace, a breeze rolled through, rustling the leaves of the many trees that lived upon the grounds. darkness befell her home. the rain grew heavier and heavier. as it grew into a mighty storm, she, this woman, scantily clad in a shroud of white and, the lace of her dress danced around as she played away on her piano. Progressively the storm grew more and more as she played a low and sorrowful dirge, however, the girl displayed no emotion. she silenced the piano. and smiled. we saw the red of her lips and the whites of her teeth, her smile could best be described as a burst of light, almost, like a sunrise. so gorgeous, it hurts to look because we know that we cannot reach out and feel its beauty.

her song grew happy. she played away, giggling, as her fingers danced among the keys like the lightning danced in the skies.

8/1/16

10:41 PM

we're all sinners but we all sing the same in god's house.

it's sad to think as i walked through halls of marble, granite and basalt that while i was looking up at the gilded, golden ceiling of the basilica, that there were peopling starving and dying in the mud and shit somewhere far away.

no matter how wonderful things are, there is a reason why things are that way. there has to be some sort of sacrifice for good. and even where there is good, there is evil, waiting to be awakened.

deep within our minds are gods that are sleeping and waiting to be awakened.

11:00

there's a blade deep into her back. so deep that the knife is firmly lodged into her spine. it has severed her backbone.

the magnum opus waits. it is not time to create. it is time to sleep.

but if we continue to sleep, will we ever create? will we forever wait? when shall we wake?

oh, it is unknown to us my friend. soon enough it will come.

god sleeps.

yes my child, but when will he wake?

he does not sleep.

he is dead.

we've killed him with the fire that he tried to warm us with.

11:15

he's right. our people are afraid to love.

afraid to feel.

they think it'd be much better to feel nothing at all.

my mind is running at a thousand meters a second over here and everyone else is at the starting line.

i'm about to lap them

12:03 AM

i'm just going to stop this little snippit here. i hope you enjoyed whatever this is