To some, my purpose may be unclear. To others, they believe they know what they do not. Brain blizzard. Mental mansoon. Head hurricane. Thought thunder. Cranial... crap! It's not to be understood. It is the ignition of my enigmatic engine.
That said, let's talk now about the "infidel" leader and the followers of the "false prophet". Why quote a 14th Century emperor? Wrong choice. Right intention. The proof is in the pudding. Apologies are patronizing and hypocritical unless heartfelt. Don't demand. Educate. Don't get mad. Get Glad. Throw your anger in the bin.
Moot point. One's whole purpose is blasphemous to the other. Respect the followers, not the faith, or we risk trivializing our own. Again, patronizing and hypocritical.
Ignore the ignorance. Ignore the words. Ignore the past. Heed the message and change the course of our future.
Will I ever remove myself from this puddle of doom? Damn cigarettes. Damn laziness. Damn time. Damn depression. Damn death. In this marathon, I am the straggler. I stop and count the roses. I masturbate in the beauty of nature. I smoke. I'm too far behind. Must I go on? Is there another path I can take? I will never catch up. So I masturbate once more. And I smoke.
My hair is greasy and matted. My clothes unchanged for days. If I were my cat, I'd kick me out. I must be a friend to myself. Time is my enemy.
Withdraw your compass. Fasten your seat belts. Breath in deeply. Understand nothing.
About Me
- Pooge
- I think too much, sleep too much, and wonder why blogger will suddenly no longer accept my strike tag. I love Reese's peanut butter cups and caffeine-free diet coke. I believe in freedom of speech, the seperation of church and state, and the right for all individuals to marry whom ever they love... regardless of their gender. I hate dishonesty, prejudice, hypocracy and crushed pineapple. I wake up every morning and count the gray hairs on my head. I'm still waiting for my ship to come in, but not holding my breath.
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