i'm insane
i've convinced myself that if i were ever to meet Satan i wouldn't be afraid.
i was walking home just down the street, into the fog, and the scene was comically eerie.
crooked dead end sign, strange light piercing through cracks in a fence and giving shape to
bare trees. i thought about what eerie things could happen in this setting. i for some reason imagined that
i would turn to walk up my drive, and Satan would be sitting with great posture on my roof. i thought
about what i would say to him, and i concluded that i would offer him a cigarette. than i thought
about how crazy my thoughts are, and hid behind normal thoughts...momentarily.
but honestly, i can't see myself being afraid of Satan...seriously.
i was walking home just down the street, into the fog, and the scene was comically eerie.
crooked dead end sign, strange light piercing through cracks in a fence and giving shape to
bare trees. i thought about what eerie things could happen in this setting. i for some reason imagined that
i would turn to walk up my drive, and Satan would be sitting with great posture on my roof. i thought
about what i would say to him, and i concluded that i would offer him a cigarette. than i thought
about how crazy my thoughts are, and hid behind normal thoughts...momentarily.
but honestly, i can't see myself being afraid of Satan...seriously.