once upon a time, far from the fetch of a sea of soundless minds, there lived a garden. a winding path cut through the smoke addled air, both sweet and noxious to the human cadaver, and at the end of that path was a body-- desperate and infected with the deadly idea that something mattered past the fog.. "there are only two options in a place such as this," the gangrene excuse for a human under conditions wheezed through his lacerated eyelids. "you can go and you can forget the way you came here-- for better or for worse. there are a million people who will refuse to believe what they see, who won't understand the words that pass between these maggot laden lips, who won't see the beauty in the deconstruction of my intent." "...or you can stay-- settle down and lean in close to listen to this voice on the border of breaking, and i promise, oh i promise so dearly, that i'll tell you a story that will tear your heart in two." |
