padam pam pam, padam pam pam *enter oboe*
there is an imagined sanctity that is attained in self depravation.
a belief that a good spirit will fill up the void created with sacrifice.
open spaces attract all sorts of characters.
i tell you solemnly: beware the bad, for evil works in equally mysterious ways.
i believe in the bad, not for the sake of duality, but because pessimism is rewarded more often than optimism.
the good, the bad and the ugly; me. the trimurthi of maya, the gross ménage a trois of this life, and the next.
(and the next, and the next, and the next...)
constantly fucking each other.
mostly me.