story thingy
Had fifteen minutes to write a description of a river from the point of view of either a fish or an old man who just lost something important to him:
The ethereal flow enveloped in timeless void slides silently by, interrupted only at the source and destination by foaming confusion dashing against fragmented perspectives of existence. The imperceivable darkness into which I only now can gaze after my excommunication from those blind waters weighs down upon the denizens of the Lethe flow. The sightless wanderers in the gloom, testing every stinging salt grain along their path, meander aimlessly yet uncontrollably toward the Dark Fisherman's harbor at the end of the flow, shocked to despair lest His curved hook catch one of their fellows 'round the neck. What pity to journey across scraping pain and poison guilt, searching for meaning within nonsensikal spray, pushing against the omnipotent current to try to escape reality, only to be snatched up by gleaming scythes amid stream, never again to voice philosophy based upon nonsense or peer through opiate black funhouse mirrors that merely reflect the undercurrents of chaos. Broad and expanseless, a view uncapturable in one eyeshot, without discernable barriers the river flows. Inescapable, the experience of a lifetime ebbs on towards the unknown.
Yeah, it sucks, but oh well...
The ethereal flow enveloped in timeless void slides silently by, interrupted only at the source and destination by foaming confusion dashing against fragmented perspectives of existence. The imperceivable darkness into which I only now can gaze after my excommunication from those blind waters weighs down upon the denizens of the Lethe flow. The sightless wanderers in the gloom, testing every stinging salt grain along their path, meander aimlessly yet uncontrollably toward the Dark Fisherman's harbor at the end of the flow, shocked to despair lest His curved hook catch one of their fellows 'round the neck. What pity to journey across scraping pain and poison guilt, searching for meaning within nonsensikal spray, pushing against the omnipotent current to try to escape reality, only to be snatched up by gleaming scythes amid stream, never again to voice philosophy based upon nonsense or peer through opiate black funhouse mirrors that merely reflect the undercurrents of chaos. Broad and expanseless, a view uncapturable in one eyeshot, without discernable barriers the river flows. Inescapable, the experience of a lifetime ebbs on towards the unknown.
Yeah, it sucks, but oh well...