There's really no way around the hard, long, ugly... truth. And that itself, my friend, is the only reward making any of this at ALL bearable, because the hard way is the long way. And the long way is a lonely way. And let there be no doubt, if this way is your way, it is very much a fool's journey. And as every fool knows the more one needs of the truth, the longer and harder your struggle becomes. Yet, in order to know if indeed this is your way, one must hang around longer than everyone else and wait and see, usually much, much longer. And quite often, long after those you once knew intimately and trusted are gone. And what idiot weighing those odds wouldn't need rationing those odds if they were ever diminishing under the zero integrity marker? Can we answer a question with a question here? Can Hollywood's celebrity royalty in a pandemic be expect NOT to party? Because, I haven't seen another dick, besides my own, up cl...
There are no shortages of terminology when you don’t need them. Yet, it has ALWAYS been apparent to me, when it comes to subtlety or shades of meaning between similar occurrences, ideas and/or concepts - their nature, implementation or needs of sanction can be worlds apart. The danger here should be implicit - yet is often absorbed into the negative space, itself, of a vocabulary so lacking. Often, these gaps between meanings and definitions, like the difference between say the theory and practice of Magick - can be used to an advantage, yet most often nefariously so. And for that example, we need step no further than the arena of our current day politics and the cry of ‘Socialism’ as a sham and shamefully misappropriated scare tactic. The false or incomplete idea of a thing once set in the mind of a population, will regardless of its practical purpose, occult ALL aspects of its functionality. And then the very word representing that thing, itself, is radically or re...
Sadly, as true as it might be, I have never seen myself much more than a tourist, here, among the shattered hopes, lost dreams and broken promises of those seeking recovery. A process, which in my mind begins at birth and continues daily until at long last that bright shining moment comes and it's time to lay it ALL down. And that one luxury, guaranteed, is afforded everyone, over & under insured alike. Many of us, who, in the time it takes to die, know that life does literally flash before one's eyes. Those last thoughts, images, or impressions are the memories you keep before being gently guided across the void, dragged down into hell, or, low and behold, as it were in my case, spit back out a bonafide Devil's reject. The commonality is true, as I've discovered among those deemed as yet unworthy of their final reward, there persists a certain abandonment of the fear of death. And that translation can be difficult...
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