Lumbering through the piled bodies I choke upon the mist
Currently, I'm not really doing anything. I guess that's how I found time to stumble back to this place. Not that it matters one way or another. Dagon is currently recording an album. I will give nothing away, but it's going to surprise...in a few ways I'm sure, but thus are the pains of growth and expansion (don't worry It's not pop music or getting "slow"...it's actually a bit faster that anything we've done...anyhow).
I am still with out a job. It's been almost two months now. Two of the most freeing, true moments I've had in some time. I was like all get at some point, noticed or not (denial of this is false!), I was molded into a drone for the hive. All kindred spirits avoid this "conditioning", but we all fall into it's trap at some time or another. It's breaking free again and standing once more on our own two feet in constant defiance that gives us spine we all desire. This is something you don't just curb once and watch subside to the past. No, it's figure is growing every minute and in order to live with ones self it must be fought. This creature may not feast upon my marrow! I fight. I win. I think that thought is what confuses people the most...to fight...doesn't mean you will see end...but to fight till life ceases is my personal desire and motivation. I can not lie, I was being worked into something I couldn't not and wouldn't be...and my blood told me this. The very fabric of my existence poisoned me, my thoughts always clouded my physical stature broken down. Then I summoned a being, and I over came, in a distant plane of "battle". I remembered what it was to taste supremacy of hunt and the thrill of fight, and I felt good. I feel good once again.
The successes, the trophies, the license plates, key chains, patches, stickers, tattoo's, slogans, material shit that people would have you hold dear, hold nothing put impoverished shadows and malicious joy. I do not urge myself and ways to any hand, path or idea, I just continue to catalogue the process, in various places at various times and I know, what I do will live forever. I won't explain that as I don't think definition of any of this is relevant to onlookers. I know, being with out, is being. I have always known, but sometimes you have to bleed again to remember that you can die and sometimes you have to die in order to evolve.
I am still with out a job. It's been almost two months now. Two of the most freeing, true moments I've had in some time. I was like all get at some point, noticed or not (denial of this is false!), I was molded into a drone for the hive. All kindred spirits avoid this "conditioning", but we all fall into it's trap at some time or another. It's breaking free again and standing once more on our own two feet in constant defiance that gives us spine we all desire. This is something you don't just curb once and watch subside to the past. No, it's figure is growing every minute and in order to live with ones self it must be fought. This creature may not feast upon my marrow! I fight. I win. I think that thought is what confuses people the most...to fight...doesn't mean you will see end...but to fight till life ceases is my personal desire and motivation. I can not lie, I was being worked into something I couldn't not and wouldn't be...and my blood told me this. The very fabric of my existence poisoned me, my thoughts always clouded my physical stature broken down. Then I summoned a being, and I over came, in a distant plane of "battle". I remembered what it was to taste supremacy of hunt and the thrill of fight, and I felt good. I feel good once again.
The successes, the trophies, the license plates, key chains, patches, stickers, tattoo's, slogans, material shit that people would have you hold dear, hold nothing put impoverished shadows and malicious joy. I do not urge myself and ways to any hand, path or idea, I just continue to catalogue the process, in various places at various times and I know, what I do will live forever. I won't explain that as I don't think definition of any of this is relevant to onlookers. I know, being with out, is being. I have always known, but sometimes you have to bleed again to remember that you can die and sometimes you have to die in order to evolve.