Despair

Like a tumbleweed aimlessly blowing in the wind across the infinitely open and wide prairie land (which wasteland famously epitomized by T.S. Elliot) a barren vista ravages the metaphorical landscape of one measly mortal malcontent male bumping and scraping along an accursed habiliment just barely avoiding and dodging the diabolical demons mercilessly and unrelentingly ready to seduce this somewhat sanguine Simian who finds himself amidst the pitfalls of a tortured and twisted existence racked with the pinions that describe demonic dungeons damp, dark, demented domains - a veritable no man’s land and one impossible to escape from no matter how fast I flee from the fearful, fierce some and phantasmagoric forms figments of my imagination yet real and tangible as bone and flesh who haunt sacred house of slumber and transmogrify me into a loathsome madman ranting and raving senseless gibberish and gobbledygook yet perceived as metaphysical and philosophical sane and sound syllabification from one womanly World Wide Web wayfarer which virtual vagabond venerates vowels and possesses means and tees to till verse akin to a sorceress who waves a magic wand to produce such supreme sentences and weaves tantalizing terrific topographic tundra’s that this admirer of her artful and colorful poetic endeavors prompts him to accompany her as a thought-provoking troubadour amidst the information super byways and highways along winding labyrinths of critical thinking or simply stepping stones of silly rhymes without reason all the while giving subtle egress into that chamber of secrets long kept shut tight to maintain that sure footed stance of solitude whose only entities happened to constitute the trappings of literary lugubriousness those tombs of largesse identified as great works and masterpieces of literature yet careful to avoid complete intimacy lest that cherished solitude shattered and a heart rent asunder twin perils of loss that provide an understandable cautionary tale to the author of this rambling missive a most profoundly perceptive and acute Ape man touched to the quick with a bit of angel dust and aware that this agonized and angst riddled arboreal beast contents himself with the confines of cyberspace! -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- aye wrote the above quite so many moons ago thus, my current mental state considerably emulates hootie and the blow fish relieved when greater stress did flow.