Down the alleyway i brought a knife, hatchet and broom stick. I first looked around and had no idea what was happening then i realized that there were a foot in the dishwasher sorta say. The man was in the hall way with a Mac 11 and some mac and cheese. There was the sound... Bang Bang Bang. In the mist above the hill. The hill had rusty gallows hanging from the trees and it smelled like the warmth of a ogre in the after noon with a touch of honey and rubbing alcohol. The Beast has risen from the nooks of the Shanny Caverns where it had been born many moons ago. He came into this life raised by all nasty vile ogres or so it seemed at first glance but little did i know that i would in fact learn more from this creature of epic proportions more then i would learn from my whore of a mother. She did not try but meant well because she was ill and had a living will me and this beast quickly became friends. Trying to way my mother in any way possible to get her fortune and try to get some meal also. Ill always remember him standing there in the wind with his flocks of hair glistening like snakes in a basket in a case on a pizza pie made with sour dough. He had a sword of love and sealed it with a message. One stone cracks an egg but a large stone you can also cook on. He was very wise and fat with happiness and had an ego to match. He Called me over with a swift flaming arrow with a sign of peace, a dead skinned pidgin. He only could give me all the tools to survive then left me stranded in this darkness. Madness Everywhere. Nothing makes since but where can i be if nothing is everything but heaven. Heaven is here in the dark if i imagine. Its here and everywhere how can one be this shy and still wonder and know whats up with the plan. How many things must i pass before i kill. Do i have to kill? Is this hell. Why am i questioning my own flow. I don't know which way to go when i see the fire and darkness. Why must i flock to the light when my eyes can feel in the darkness. I have a mind, A strong one at that if i use it right. But what happened to her, She isn't here, in my head but i know she should be. Am i in the cell of an organism is this what i should make into a bigger thing. If i bring the darkness to light and it works in motion like its lubed with lotion can i actually choose my own poison. Could i choose the names of the chosen Could i choose my own plane? If so i create my own place of home. No war, no purpose. Just pot :) and struck the ogre with a hand gun with your own mom. I'm not turning on my own family. I keep the stuff real into the nonreal things with the things of my body. Into my eye portal of creating my path through the hallways of destiny, is your soul. Choose wisely. The Path of My third is never ending, always expanding on both ends. Then choose once again. These are all sins committed by man and put here by others but i can create it all from the hall to the maze of the old sage Dugadolf. He wishes it to be talented all through the winds of the plague and he shatters the emotions with emotions. Talk with emotion and it over powers. Talk with out meaning and you can feel it through the pealing of the ceiling What is family. I have none isolation. Its where you put myself after i put up all the walls i created. These walls of infinite shame and misery will it ever end or is my life too sin . Can i only create after i destroy. Perhaps bring down the Ogre at the halls of it all. Into my own eyes i jump chin first warping through the hole of sanity is my insanity where is this i want to be or is this what i am by choice with the fall leaning power of the bigger voice. He is in there telling you its wrong who is that and once you separate and get lost and he is just yelling at you can you shoot him with a potato gun. He is unwanted at least be funny and try to make me laugh unless you bring me down to the ground and fuck you bitch and your mother. My face is brought here with water and know the gutter is laced with crack cocaine, lsd and hash butter. ;/ Kill them all when they fall down a hall filled with it all spiked balls on the end of the shadows of it with the call to my watch and what is the time. It doesn't exist here and nothing does with the beat of my own organs making my thoughts into music with the rhythm swaying and booming with the tuning of the labor in the distance but its only black. The black curtain is all thats on the edge of it all and will you fall and flip when your at the end when you flip is everything then the opposite and would you be able to tell that it is now the opposite. could you then move in time through the thought alone that you are on your own creating your own unique result..... hmmmm
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