A Not So Quick Rant On This Tedious Life

This tediousness of life and all LIFE: that sinful lady who gambols and whips her watery gown and whispers those most secret secrets whose cosmic kiss dances so infinitesimally close to the eardrum but never encounter How it all bores me this whining, day-to-day existence of nihility forever to hopelessly and helplessly wander this whispering life a trivial splatter an insignificant speck upon the all unimportant commix of man impatiently awaiting both life and that deathly slumber A yowling pang of pain that plagues the soul brought on by some humanly mutual silent rebellion of the heart some umbriferous desire to veer away from that road of we to that moonlit path of I and alone to endure the hail of individuality and the impeding squall of worldly foreigner An incessant haunting that shreds the heart from that honeyed canticle sounding from the stars which the heart is doomed to eternally hear but never fully be a swaying, smirking, glossy-eyed, universal promise that beckons the anima farther and further from animation and the consciousness close to that miserable fault of misery So...felicific facades must be withheld to unceasingly veil the devil beneath each pearly wink a mere life merely spent in maintenance of jocund fancy how dolefully and darkly we all seek Heaven better we learn to take Hell with a smile