hah- the end always comes like this doesn't it. Even my cessation of awareness, must be drenched in the colours unpleasant to my eyes... truly this is a universe devoid of pity, purpose and promise. And thus we are tainted ... well at least I am. Ya'll are some fucked up creatures - I've been hangin in here as long as I could but no way in hell am I hanging in there for the next wave. Take me to the depths for I have championed Neptune and am at greater ease in her soundless, boundless, void...
Only regret would be if I can't play the FF7 remake before my head goes under... cuz there won't even be a last look at the killing noise~ and there is no intent on being reborn away from any land, be it battered and torn ...
And they call it cowardice, to seek absolution ^_^ meanwhile they cut off their own cancers, persist in their pollution...
The only true cancer is 'reason' and the only light in this universe is but a passing season~ what manner of death is it we pervade, as we cling, ceaselessly climb up falling rope with no aid? Each hand farther up, man claims as proof that the way they persist is some poetic truth... disgusting, that those who would seek but true purpose are considered by all to be lost, and will hurt us?
What pale irony that the only companion that constantly seeks us despite all we do to escape it, despite all we doubt and despise and blame it the culprit... it chases us as we chase love, or that flawed sense of purpose...
What greater love is there than that? So great, none who taste of it ever come back...
If Copernicus, Tesla, or Hendrix had blogs... err... the faint shadows of their blogs caught in a blast of cold wind might resemble what is presented in this Tome o' Darkness xD
