Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Fork in the Stream

It has come to me , in my gut. Raging forth the bile of the black stream. Enormous and crushing in scope. Fragmenting my words into tell tale signs of an old friend. Laugh with what you have left, for uncertainty and adventure are different. Uncertainty a hated necessity, Adventure a welcome release that one rarely sees. Switch places will you so I can think and make and grow. And be. Vomit, Vomit, Vomit. Nothing but beautiful colors spelled out in words left on a canvas. Force it not for it will not come, this is the truth and the whole of all your laws, all My laws.

-Son of Victory.

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