Saturday, April 23, 2011

As I Lay

As I lay there, I watch with cold indifference the branches that sway before me. I choose this moment, this time, this now. I choose this as the time for the path to open.

My leaking soul colours my world and perception becomes more than it ever was. Is a passing from one path to another always fraught with the fear of change?

In my movement, there are no edges any more. A path through the wooded knowledge or all that once was cannot calm me. Pastures new await me and their call is a siren song.

I go.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

2am, can't sleep. Started Something.

So, I can't get to sleep.
I am forced into minor action by my angry brain. I start a story.
This is what I've got so far:

Do you know what the future hates?
It hates you.
You, you vacuous deep fried burger eating fuckstain.
Do you know why the future hates you? Because you have no plan to deal with your shit. You just want to eat, sleep, fuck and watch TV before you die. And what happens then?
The future.
The bright shining future you won’t see so you have helped conspire not to happen.
So yes, the Future hates you.
But that’s ok.
It’s why I’m here.

Yeah, no sleep makes me a happy go lucky person, don't it.