Run

Run We will walk to the depths of eternity, our visage bruised and brown. A medley of alluring anguish draws us to the basic brink of life, institutionalized by inhabitants of virtue or so they say... Muddled, muddy days form a maslin while the swift days are soon forgotten and the bleak cloud hangs heavy like tar clinging to the sole screaming with each searing step. We derive what we know from vision, our eyes are scavengers and vultures. We look to others, but see just a veil, mystery, majesty, and malice lurking beneath. So we make an alliance and agree to parley for only then can we truly play our gray cards of life. On and on and on and on invigoration guides our grotesque spirits to feed the flames of absolute oblivion. April 27, 2014