Cosmopolite
Your wayworn face makes me sad, but your callow intentions bring me to refuse to vomit. Doff your shoes and take a seat in the warm waters of your incognizance and medicate yourself. Your fetid mind is a contagion; your rotting soul bares worms. Here you are, again. Surprised? Keep your eyes shut. You are alone in the closet once more, crying because you are afraid of that scream that wakes you up at nights when you're the only one at home; when your eyes are pierced with light that paroxysms from the curtains before the sun has risen. Refuse to utilize faith's placebo to contaminate spirituality's disease and then perhaps you'll have the balls to pull that damn trigger.
posted by LCpl Nash, USMC at 1:08 AM
3 Comments:
hi nash, i did send you an email. just for the record. :)
OK, I have now read some of your things online. Deep, dark and thoughtful. But, what about today. What about the here and now? To live in the moment forces us to look within and not around. The answer lies within. Take courage. Remember: The journey IS the destination.
I was smoking on top of the table outside your room tonight looking at the sky and realized that we're still alive. Through all the shit we do and will do, right now we're alive. It'll never get any better than this, enjoying life just because you are alive. Cars, clothes, status, nothing matters except that we are alive.
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