The workings of the human body are an analogy for the workings of the universe.
I wrote a short story. If you had a heart as well as a brain you would at least try to embrace the fact i did not write it for myself and somewhat attempt to enjoy.
If you're looking for a story to change your outlook on life im sorry but this story is not for you. Its not filled with adventure or magic, just a few events i came across before my demise. Just like the opposite of symmetrical, the pieces of the puzzle don't add up to the end result. Lets fast forward and predict the future. My body lays in peace and comfort parallel to the earths most outer layer, the crust. The small crane lowers me six feet into this layer. Buried alone six feet under. The raindrops hit the absence of black roses and black dresses. The absence of love, the absence of light, dark weather, no birds, the absence of flight. Moments go by and day turns to night. Today is the day I get buried tonight. No one showed up to shed tears or cry, it was well past my time to turn over and die. Here I sit, standing alive. I will soon face death not scared nor shy. The evidence im about to present to you is not a lie. Lets rewind a few days to a rather peculiar beginning.
The last words the old man spoke were "The earths light will be dimmed in a matter of days." His eyes shut while his blood ran cold. With his last breath he spoke the most insignificant, unrealistic, and most preposterous phrase i had ever heard. I did not know this troubled old man for he was a stranger to me. This was the manifest of a human to die in the future. A loved one described him to me as an intelligent mind full of miscellaneous data piled into a collapsing file cabinet. His loved one told me he stepped in and out of the shadows, didn't have a job but always had money to make the rent. I don't believe this information to be crucial in any way shape or form. A young boy approaches the body of the old man and kneels down beside me as if we were in worship. Id guess the boy was English by the sound of his accent. "I did not know him, nor did you but its always sad to see them go." I ask the young boy "who is them you speak of?" He stares at me with his eyes so bright you would think the sun itself was shining through the midnight fog. The young boy stood up and placed a black rose upon the old mans chest. He touched the old mans saliva less dry lips and disappeared into the midnight fog.
That night I ate a T.V. dinner but felt too sick to finish it. So I flick the lights on and soak myself into a deep depression as I slip into a deep sleep. Before these eyes close till sunrise I slide my fingertips across a hairline that will eventually start receding. I scratch moist scalp and ponder of the old man. I wonder if ten years ago he was a peaceful old man, a joyful person. I wonder if his disorders were in the future or still effecting him present day. Clap! lights off, goodnight, eyes closed till daylight.
I wake up in a cold sweat, my clock says its exactly one-twenty AM. I sit up in my bed and i decide to take a walk to the beach to clear my mind. Using both hands I pull the sand into somewhat of a ball. Striving for comfort I quickly fall. I use the sand I pulled together as a pillow and I lay horizontally under the almost painted bright stars. The beach at night is a peaceful place. Its where I pray in an elequant moment of grace. Crash goes the waves. With this blunt my eyes turn my blaze. Everyone needs an escape and is to star gaze. This is best done with your eyes glazed. Half way through I fuck the swisher sweet with my hand. The ash falls into the sand. Grape tasteful, not bitter or bland. My mind wanders as unpredictable as the sea. The sound of ocean combined wit the full moon put me in a natural state of extacy. In this situitation we couldn't be more content with their surroundings. Sand that looks like snow, crashing waves that sound like a waterfall, a moon almost as bright as the sun, and stars that look like ever glowing fireflies. Beauty like this wont even let me blink. You think something this beautiful you would see in a book or painted in a portrait. A painting portrays beauty. It derives itself from the beauty in life and helps you escape the reality of how ugly the world can be. This is exactly what this situitation is doing for me. Absence of disgust, amaze is present. I sit up and sand falls from my hair and I realize id rather be here then anywhere. Back to my apartment I feel week, food i should seek.
People use the expression "dead look upon your face." That expression has new meaning for me today. It has true meaning for anyone who has had a human die at their feet. The only thing you would need to recognize this is a heart with a small sympathy attachment. There is one type of person off the top of my head that doesn't meet these requirements and that is a king. The type of human who has hundreds or even thousands weep, bleed and die at his feet without showing the slightest bit of resentment.
My mind seems to wander on a train with no tracks or destination. I'm just trying not to lose my mind, even though ive lost it in textbooks, history and in time. Just like the way mind and body coexist but follow two different patterns its kind of funny how opposites attract. Like how clown fish use ananamies to shelter themselves from other creatures in the everlasting blue abyss called the sea. Everything there as well as everything here works as a unit. In the end it wraps itself in a big conspiracy. Somewhat of a cocoon that has not hatched for the world to lay its eyes upon yet. Us as humans will have to evade earth eventually because of the ever growing and more showing lack of natural fuels. But as scientific evidence proves animals and mammals can co-exist by each other they have for millions of years. But as humans just take, and take, since the beginning of out time. We will continue to do so until all is lost and the eye of the beholder will no longer see but be forever blind.
The sun begins to awake, I the same. I lace my shoes, button my pants and walk out the door the same I do every morning. I look at myself in the mirror one last time and think to myself if I were to die today at least im well dressed for the occasion. I'm going to venture down by the park. Ill get a cup of coffee by eight AM and play chess with a total stranger who ive never seen before in my life. It keeps the as well as the conversation interesting. I'm walking with my coffee in my right hand. I find a man with a shirt that says you're no savior.
He is sitting in front of a chess board with no one on the other side. The chess board has a thin marble base with black and white stone pieces. He sits in front of the table that is practically untouched, except one piece. All the way on the left side, his pawn. As if he was just waiting for someone to come up and play him, like an unannounced invitation. I take a seat, not too anxious or slowly. I use my right hand and move the pawn on the mirror side of his. I said to the man in the black shirt with white lettering. "By wearing that you're doing his dirty work. There is a god, devil, heaven and hell. Cut the bullshit and don't be such a critic about politics with religion." He gives me a monotone look then a smirk and asks me this question: "Can you dispense justice to the actor of an action if you separate the two?" The words ripple off my toung "You cant punish the action, you have to punish the one who committed the crime. Circumstances are something that needs to be addressed. Justice needs to be subjective to the individual and not objective based on a crime." The fact of the matter is you swing the equilibrium of the pendulum. The bible is a collection of books written by humans rather than a manifest written by God himself. Some parts have historical significance and are known to be true, some appear to be mythological of sort. Some teachings are true, some are problematic and appear to be false. Some people believe because that is what they are tought and some believe parts of the bible after careful reflection. So can you hate the sin and love the sinner? If my methods don't earn me a place, at least i have done what i think is good an right, is there anymore we can do beyond that? act so rightly and done what we do and what we believe in is right?" He sits there speechless and I take the last sip of my coffee, my my rook and say check. A weird smirk goes across his face and as far as an exchange for words, there is a lack of. His lips spread apart and he quickly licks them and clears his throat. His exact words were as follows: "Believe not in a savior but embrace the flesh, for it is now, it is past, it is future, it is constant eternity that you Christians lack to realize. Evolution is the every beat of a heart monitor that is plugged into a source that will never die. The knowledge believe not in the afterlife, but the life that is now, the life that will end. For after your last heartbeat your should does not descend and life shall not repeat. Cancer, the plague, small-pox, and all the pasts natural killers. Why do Christians try to run from the inevitable? Why spend so much time and money to evade death? The truth is you're scared of hell, in the hope of what you think wont come into play during your judgment. Even your God knows what happens behind closed doors. You're scared most of all to find out what you all ready know, your religion is a hoax." I reply with "The sins of man were replenished by the son of God. I do not live a pointless life. When the blazing gates of hell open and the guardians of hell devour your should you will think back on everything that happened up until death parted you from earth. You will think back on the knowledge i tried to teach you. You will think of the man that took three nails for the good of mankind. For the first time in your life you will pray for God while half bred demons slash you with whips of flame. Flames you will not say farewell to. They will invent everlasting scars on your soul you had never drempth possible. No Messiah will be there to hear your agony. The things you encountered as a child were nothing more then a test of your faith and you unfortunately failed. For every human on this planet there should be no fear in faith. You say embrace the flesh, I say embrace the cross." My chess rival replys with: "Your last words on this earth will happen just moments before your heart attack. Those words will be Lover the Lord has left us and your so called soul mate will say lover the Lord did not leave us, the Lord was never with us and you will realize you did live a pointless life and there is nothing more for you and your eyes will close forever. When your blood stops running and your senses start failing the last thing you will hear is Lover, this is goodbye." He gets up and walks way.
I travel by food away from the park. Down the street I see two soldiers. I said to one of them "why do you Army men have it so hard?" one of them stopped. "You civilians just don't get it, were always hungry and don't get sick days. We go to Iraq and there the woman are in much lack." I reply with: "You are not the only one that eats food with a ration and with a female I have not had the time to share passion. The difference between us is danger doors in Iraq I wont have to smash in, bash in, break windows and crash in. Kill another man and commit a deadly sin. Go to a religious war we don't understand and try to win. You would say all of this is necessary. Id say the plan was to retaliate with no time to concentrate when your army watch reads zero eight. Let your mind clear and try to awake sence, even when that sence is quite dense and you're sitting on your operating base surrounded by a barbed wire fence." The army man replys with: "Id love to stay and chat but you don't understand the full meaning of wearing this hat. It brings straight when I walk, it made me a proper man in the way i talk and it brings me respect when I walk down my old block." I said back to the soldier in the baret: "You are filled with the truth and lies, I can see it in your eyes. I can also tell you have seen the way a man dies. Why be a part of the deconstruction of America? Why not be a part of the construction of a new era?" We tend our separate ways with a more then likely chance to never see or speak to each other again.
I decide to head home nothing on my agenda. I have decided I shall relax for a while. A few blocks down the road I notice the wonderful weather. A sun shining day with a bright blue sky and angel like coulds. You can hear the birds chirping as they so effortlessly float across a sea of blue. They live such a tranquil life with no boundaries or means to tie them down. They are such beautiful creations. Out of no where the sky begins to turn dark. A fierce lightning bolt strikes and rain starts falling from the sky. Left food first I swing ninety degress to the right and follow a path down an unknown ally way knowing it was a shortcut to my apartment.
It was there I saw a homeless man pushing his cart in the rain and looks as though he lives his life in shame. He says "I do live my life in shame and the mayor is to blame, he the one who came and ripped up the little increment I had of fame" The homeless man was wearing a tuxedo thats white, like a less colorful pimp with game thats no so tight. He was also wearing a top hap, like Abe Lincoln but a bit more fat. There was a garbage can next to where he sat and in it he kept his pet cat. His back was leaned up against a cordless fan and he said "I only do what i can but for the part I blame the man." The man i say. "Yes it was exactly one year ago from today they told me to jump ship and exit the bay. Which had such a nice view?" On his left food he is wearing no shoe just an old white sock and complains about how his food is sore from gravel and rock. I told him : "Thats an outrage and ob surd! You should get cleaned up and make your voice heard" He replied with: "They took my territory, said they need for matters of national security, now I live in this ally way without shelter as you can see. Just be glad you are not me but don't worry this will be dealt with very soon, the gates of hell will open and set a blaze and the earths light will be dimmed in a matter of days" I ask the homeless man "What does that mean?" Its like a piece of a puzzle thats been giving me so much trouble, its been boggling my brain to the point where I feel insane. He says to me: "There is a war in the shadows where the good are the fallen and the evil rise above the rest and no government can withstand their test" I tell the homeless man: "So its obvious you dont have anything to say so I guess ill be on my way. The problem is you need a profession, an imput if I may. Vampires you should slay. Yes I think you're just that fucking crazy. It also might have to do with you being lazy." The homeless man lifts his head while rain drips off his hat. We make eye contact and smoke begins to pour from his jacket. His eyes carry a deep burden and turn to flame. His skin begins to crack as if he is a dried up lake. like a cook he begins to bake. He screams "How much more will it take?!" Like a waterfall smoke beings to pour from every opening of his clothing. With lava eyes he grabs my arm in an act of despair. Before anymore words are exchanged he turns to ash and floats in the puddle like a smoked cigarette. I blow the wet ash off of my arm. Normally an abnormal situitation would freak me out but ive realized by this point anything is possible. With one foot in front of the other I begin to head home. Moments after I make it upstairs and sit on my bed.
If every story had all ready been written, every conversation had all ready been been spoke, every movie had all ready been seen, every movie script had all ready been cast, every dream had all ready been drempth, every war had all ready been sailed, every map had all ready been drew, every bed had all ready been made, every sunset had all ready been set, every sunrise had all ready rose, every record had all ready been broken, just maybe then and only will every unique life be lead pointlessly. Maybe the atheist boy was right about embracing the flesh.
This is what I call a compromise. The compromise of every conversation to have, every struggle to continue, every conflict to come, every mistake to be made, every rain drop ill never have to see. No drugs could never help. They are only a temporary solution or as I see it as a vacation from this forsaken place. This is a compromise of every dollar ill make and every transaction I make myself a part of with this money.
Im not aiming for temporary, im pinpointing long term. Irreversible would be an over view explanation for this action. This is the compromise. A simple solution for a big fucking problem. I stand up on a chair and look out the window at the kids playing basketball. I slip my head into the rope and realize ive given up hope. Not even John Wayne himself could shoot the smile off of my face. Look for me in the papers soon, obituaries section.
If you're looking for a story to change your outlook on life im sorry but this story is not for you. Its not filled with adventure or magic, just a few events i came across before my demise. Just like the opposite of symmetrical, the pieces of the puzzle don't add up to the end result. Lets fast forward and predict the future. My body lays in peace and comfort parallel to the earths most outer layer, the crust. The small crane lowers me six feet into this layer. Buried alone six feet under. The raindrops hit the absence of black roses and black dresses. The absence of love, the absence of light, dark weather, no birds, the absence of flight. Moments go by and day turns to night. Today is the day I get buried tonight. No one showed up to shed tears or cry, it was well past my time to turn over and die. Here I sit, standing alive. I will soon face death not scared nor shy. The evidence im about to present to you is not a lie. Lets rewind a few days to a rather peculiar beginning.
The last words the old man spoke were "The earths light will be dimmed in a matter of days." His eyes shut while his blood ran cold. With his last breath he spoke the most insignificant, unrealistic, and most preposterous phrase i had ever heard. I did not know this troubled old man for he was a stranger to me. This was the manifest of a human to die in the future. A loved one described him to me as an intelligent mind full of miscellaneous data piled into a collapsing file cabinet. His loved one told me he stepped in and out of the shadows, didn't have a job but always had money to make the rent. I don't believe this information to be crucial in any way shape or form. A young boy approaches the body of the old man and kneels down beside me as if we were in worship. Id guess the boy was English by the sound of his accent. "I did not know him, nor did you but its always sad to see them go." I ask the young boy "who is them you speak of?" He stares at me with his eyes so bright you would think the sun itself was shining through the midnight fog. The young boy stood up and placed a black rose upon the old mans chest. He touched the old mans saliva less dry lips and disappeared into the midnight fog.
That night I ate a T.V. dinner but felt too sick to finish it. So I flick the lights on and soak myself into a deep depression as I slip into a deep sleep. Before these eyes close till sunrise I slide my fingertips across a hairline that will eventually start receding. I scratch moist scalp and ponder of the old man. I wonder if ten years ago he was a peaceful old man, a joyful person. I wonder if his disorders were in the future or still effecting him present day. Clap! lights off, goodnight, eyes closed till daylight.
I wake up in a cold sweat, my clock says its exactly one-twenty AM. I sit up in my bed and i decide to take a walk to the beach to clear my mind. Using both hands I pull the sand into somewhat of a ball. Striving for comfort I quickly fall. I use the sand I pulled together as a pillow and I lay horizontally under the almost painted bright stars. The beach at night is a peaceful place. Its where I pray in an elequant moment of grace. Crash goes the waves. With this blunt my eyes turn my blaze. Everyone needs an escape and is to star gaze. This is best done with your eyes glazed. Half way through I fuck the swisher sweet with my hand. The ash falls into the sand. Grape tasteful, not bitter or bland. My mind wanders as unpredictable as the sea. The sound of ocean combined wit the full moon put me in a natural state of extacy. In this situitation we couldn't be more content with their surroundings. Sand that looks like snow, crashing waves that sound like a waterfall, a moon almost as bright as the sun, and stars that look like ever glowing fireflies. Beauty like this wont even let me blink. You think something this beautiful you would see in a book or painted in a portrait. A painting portrays beauty. It derives itself from the beauty in life and helps you escape the reality of how ugly the world can be. This is exactly what this situitation is doing for me. Absence of disgust, amaze is present. I sit up and sand falls from my hair and I realize id rather be here then anywhere. Back to my apartment I feel week, food i should seek.
People use the expression "dead look upon your face." That expression has new meaning for me today. It has true meaning for anyone who has had a human die at their feet. The only thing you would need to recognize this is a heart with a small sympathy attachment. There is one type of person off the top of my head that doesn't meet these requirements and that is a king. The type of human who has hundreds or even thousands weep, bleed and die at his feet without showing the slightest bit of resentment.
My mind seems to wander on a train with no tracks or destination. I'm just trying not to lose my mind, even though ive lost it in textbooks, history and in time. Just like the way mind and body coexist but follow two different patterns its kind of funny how opposites attract. Like how clown fish use ananamies to shelter themselves from other creatures in the everlasting blue abyss called the sea. Everything there as well as everything here works as a unit. In the end it wraps itself in a big conspiracy. Somewhat of a cocoon that has not hatched for the world to lay its eyes upon yet. Us as humans will have to evade earth eventually because of the ever growing and more showing lack of natural fuels. But as scientific evidence proves animals and mammals can co-exist by each other they have for millions of years. But as humans just take, and take, since the beginning of out time. We will continue to do so until all is lost and the eye of the beholder will no longer see but be forever blind.
The sun begins to awake, I the same. I lace my shoes, button my pants and walk out the door the same I do every morning. I look at myself in the mirror one last time and think to myself if I were to die today at least im well dressed for the occasion. I'm going to venture down by the park. Ill get a cup of coffee by eight AM and play chess with a total stranger who ive never seen before in my life. It keeps the as well as the conversation interesting. I'm walking with my coffee in my right hand. I find a man with a shirt that says you're no savior.
He is sitting in front of a chess board with no one on the other side. The chess board has a thin marble base with black and white stone pieces. He sits in front of the table that is practically untouched, except one piece. All the way on the left side, his pawn. As if he was just waiting for someone to come up and play him, like an unannounced invitation. I take a seat, not too anxious or slowly. I use my right hand and move the pawn on the mirror side of his. I said to the man in the black shirt with white lettering. "By wearing that you're doing his dirty work. There is a god, devil, heaven and hell. Cut the bullshit and don't be such a critic about politics with religion." He gives me a monotone look then a smirk and asks me this question: "Can you dispense justice to the actor of an action if you separate the two?" The words ripple off my toung "You cant punish the action, you have to punish the one who committed the crime. Circumstances are something that needs to be addressed. Justice needs to be subjective to the individual and not objective based on a crime." The fact of the matter is you swing the equilibrium of the pendulum. The bible is a collection of books written by humans rather than a manifest written by God himself. Some parts have historical significance and are known to be true, some appear to be mythological of sort. Some teachings are true, some are problematic and appear to be false. Some people believe because that is what they are tought and some believe parts of the bible after careful reflection. So can you hate the sin and love the sinner? If my methods don't earn me a place, at least i have done what i think is good an right, is there anymore we can do beyond that? act so rightly and done what we do and what we believe in is right?" He sits there speechless and I take the last sip of my coffee, my my rook and say check. A weird smirk goes across his face and as far as an exchange for words, there is a lack of. His lips spread apart and he quickly licks them and clears his throat. His exact words were as follows: "Believe not in a savior but embrace the flesh, for it is now, it is past, it is future, it is constant eternity that you Christians lack to realize. Evolution is the every beat of a heart monitor that is plugged into a source that will never die. The knowledge believe not in the afterlife, but the life that is now, the life that will end. For after your last heartbeat your should does not descend and life shall not repeat. Cancer, the plague, small-pox, and all the pasts natural killers. Why do Christians try to run from the inevitable? Why spend so much time and money to evade death? The truth is you're scared of hell, in the hope of what you think wont come into play during your judgment. Even your God knows what happens behind closed doors. You're scared most of all to find out what you all ready know, your religion is a hoax." I reply with "The sins of man were replenished by the son of God. I do not live a pointless life. When the blazing gates of hell open and the guardians of hell devour your should you will think back on everything that happened up until death parted you from earth. You will think back on the knowledge i tried to teach you. You will think of the man that took three nails for the good of mankind. For the first time in your life you will pray for God while half bred demons slash you with whips of flame. Flames you will not say farewell to. They will invent everlasting scars on your soul you had never drempth possible. No Messiah will be there to hear your agony. The things you encountered as a child were nothing more then a test of your faith and you unfortunately failed. For every human on this planet there should be no fear in faith. You say embrace the flesh, I say embrace the cross." My chess rival replys with: "Your last words on this earth will happen just moments before your heart attack. Those words will be Lover the Lord has left us and your so called soul mate will say lover the Lord did not leave us, the Lord was never with us and you will realize you did live a pointless life and there is nothing more for you and your eyes will close forever. When your blood stops running and your senses start failing the last thing you will hear is Lover, this is goodbye." He gets up and walks way.
I travel by food away from the park. Down the street I see two soldiers. I said to one of them "why do you Army men have it so hard?" one of them stopped. "You civilians just don't get it, were always hungry and don't get sick days. We go to Iraq and there the woman are in much lack." I reply with: "You are not the only one that eats food with a ration and with a female I have not had the time to share passion. The difference between us is danger doors in Iraq I wont have to smash in, bash in, break windows and crash in. Kill another man and commit a deadly sin. Go to a religious war we don't understand and try to win. You would say all of this is necessary. Id say the plan was to retaliate with no time to concentrate when your army watch reads zero eight. Let your mind clear and try to awake sence, even when that sence is quite dense and you're sitting on your operating base surrounded by a barbed wire fence." The army man replys with: "Id love to stay and chat but you don't understand the full meaning of wearing this hat. It brings straight when I walk, it made me a proper man in the way i talk and it brings me respect when I walk down my old block." I said back to the soldier in the baret: "You are filled with the truth and lies, I can see it in your eyes. I can also tell you have seen the way a man dies. Why be a part of the deconstruction of America? Why not be a part of the construction of a new era?" We tend our separate ways with a more then likely chance to never see or speak to each other again.
I decide to head home nothing on my agenda. I have decided I shall relax for a while. A few blocks down the road I notice the wonderful weather. A sun shining day with a bright blue sky and angel like coulds. You can hear the birds chirping as they so effortlessly float across a sea of blue. They live such a tranquil life with no boundaries or means to tie them down. They are such beautiful creations. Out of no where the sky begins to turn dark. A fierce lightning bolt strikes and rain starts falling from the sky. Left food first I swing ninety degress to the right and follow a path down an unknown ally way knowing it was a shortcut to my apartment.
It was there I saw a homeless man pushing his cart in the rain and looks as though he lives his life in shame. He says "I do live my life in shame and the mayor is to blame, he the one who came and ripped up the little increment I had of fame" The homeless man was wearing a tuxedo thats white, like a less colorful pimp with game thats no so tight. He was also wearing a top hap, like Abe Lincoln but a bit more fat. There was a garbage can next to where he sat and in it he kept his pet cat. His back was leaned up against a cordless fan and he said "I only do what i can but for the part I blame the man." The man i say. "Yes it was exactly one year ago from today they told me to jump ship and exit the bay. Which had such a nice view?" On his left food he is wearing no shoe just an old white sock and complains about how his food is sore from gravel and rock. I told him : "Thats an outrage and ob surd! You should get cleaned up and make your voice heard" He replied with: "They took my territory, said they need for matters of national security, now I live in this ally way without shelter as you can see. Just be glad you are not me but don't worry this will be dealt with very soon, the gates of hell will open and set a blaze and the earths light will be dimmed in a matter of days" I ask the homeless man "What does that mean?" Its like a piece of a puzzle thats been giving me so much trouble, its been boggling my brain to the point where I feel insane. He says to me: "There is a war in the shadows where the good are the fallen and the evil rise above the rest and no government can withstand their test" I tell the homeless man: "So its obvious you dont have anything to say so I guess ill be on my way. The problem is you need a profession, an imput if I may. Vampires you should slay. Yes I think you're just that fucking crazy. It also might have to do with you being lazy." The homeless man lifts his head while rain drips off his hat. We make eye contact and smoke begins to pour from his jacket. His eyes carry a deep burden and turn to flame. His skin begins to crack as if he is a dried up lake. like a cook he begins to bake. He screams "How much more will it take?!" Like a waterfall smoke beings to pour from every opening of his clothing. With lava eyes he grabs my arm in an act of despair. Before anymore words are exchanged he turns to ash and floats in the puddle like a smoked cigarette. I blow the wet ash off of my arm. Normally an abnormal situitation would freak me out but ive realized by this point anything is possible. With one foot in front of the other I begin to head home. Moments after I make it upstairs and sit on my bed.
If every story had all ready been written, every conversation had all ready been been spoke, every movie had all ready been seen, every movie script had all ready been cast, every dream had all ready been drempth, every war had all ready been sailed, every map had all ready been drew, every bed had all ready been made, every sunset had all ready been set, every sunrise had all ready rose, every record had all ready been broken, just maybe then and only will every unique life be lead pointlessly. Maybe the atheist boy was right about embracing the flesh.
This is what I call a compromise. The compromise of every conversation to have, every struggle to continue, every conflict to come, every mistake to be made, every rain drop ill never have to see. No drugs could never help. They are only a temporary solution or as I see it as a vacation from this forsaken place. This is a compromise of every dollar ill make and every transaction I make myself a part of with this money.
Im not aiming for temporary, im pinpointing long term. Irreversible would be an over view explanation for this action. This is the compromise. A simple solution for a big fucking problem. I stand up on a chair and look out the window at the kids playing basketball. I slip my head into the rope and realize ive given up hope. Not even John Wayne himself could shoot the smile off of my face. Look for me in the papers soon, obituaries section.