Reflection

Dear reader:

The first of the three ignited quick like gasoline. Strong will for fun. Laying the night on thick. A couple bumps in the road. So be it. Sat around content and got pushed into failure. If you dream for perfection you'll get a handful of mud. It all couldn't have been any clearer but the underlying message of the thing waded under the surface. Waiting for the worst time to strike. Anger does get pointed in all of the wrong directions 90% of the time and this was no exception. He had a right. He had a cause. Something pure and I felt it. Like a solid slab of marble I felt it pushing me down. My eyes burned red. Things disappeared as others stood glaring from corners and as he walked away the dark cloud hung there suspended. All the bright smiles in the place suddenly faded to yellow. The goodbye's were expelled with misery. The earth stopped spinning to let me know that tomorrow could not come faster. Burn baby, burn.

This one is all about me but make sure you double check to be sure. The scales have never rocked so unevenly back and forth and back and forth. Poor thing. Fading halo. All decked out for novelty. Hubris? I am. Whats he mean to you? Nothing. But I'll stick around just to make sure that the family can never fall asleep. When I wake up I will love you and when I have nobody else to see, I will give you the crown. Not for too long. We wouldn't want you to keep it. "Scavenger. Rat fink." Says ant number four hundred thousand and thirty three. "Now get me to where I want to be!" He stood there fuming as red as a fresh pimple. Industrious and alone. A mosquito bite. The more you itch the bigger an issue it becomes and when the antigens begin to attack the antibodies of the human structure there is nothing left to do but tip your hat, agree, and walk away because this is what it comes down to. This is how we connect. This is how we tend to disappear.

Its almost a miracle Ive made it out alive. The last three days should have had cockroaches screaming for sunlight and princess' begging for toads. Even the air in the room would not force it's hand just to let us breathe easy for a moment. Fuck it. This is the world I know. Yeah. Just another day. Steam pouring from manhole covers. People running amok in the streets. It's all coming to me. The bastards can kick and scream and cry until they've forgotten who they were in the first place. An attempt to feed their blood to the soil. Its looking rather hungry these past few days and if a man could flail limbs and chew off others heads so consistently, who are we to blame it? Another junkie with a taste for gold. I mean, shit. What is the point of communication without repercussion? Am I right? Fucking eh. Someone has to show these maniacs who's boss.