“31 posts in thirty-one days without losing my sense of sanity through the madness”…This is the second installment of my comeback special, and a mighty one at that…I’m already down to twenty-six days now as I write this, but I can still accomplish the goal if I back track to previous days…This ‘challenge’ will test my mettle in the arena seeing if I can keep up with daily blogging at all…If I can’t keep up, I may just lose this blog, but if I accomplish the task set before me, I will have proved my abilities Here…No giving up now that the challenge has been acknowledged…Let the games begin, and the only rules are that each post needs to only be in the ‘khet’s coroner’ categories…Dark Thoughts; permitted…My Art & Dreams; permitted…Rants & Raves; permitted…Subdued Wisdom; permitted…World-At-Large; permitted…Wish me …
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‘…Pandora is Gaea, and the earth is that box slowly opening before our eyes…If we are not careful enough, this box will condemn us with beasties we have only nightmares about, and the mind will become a playground for reckless creatures who have no point for dreaming…’
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‘Did it all just decide to up and run away from the raging tempest inside my brain?…With its flotsam and jetsam fully intact for the next go around in this lively thrill ride…You may wish to laugh at my words, but I know your secret envy, for which you must follow the footsteps into the fires…’
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‘…The death industry relies on our wallets and our bodies to huddle under their deprecating care, and deny the redundant concepts of better health that they try to display, how do you think they can make so much money in light of various medical disasters?…’
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‘My interest is divided between the relevant and the irrelevant, but not too often am I able to resolve the infrequency that the two cohere, that the two ideologies would collide into a single straight frame of mind…Getting tired of all the self-serving skulduggery that betrays this skin…I am selfish’
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‘Where there is a glimmer of hope might be just enough noose to strangulate the good times out of you, but the negative sight is not all there is to see. Even manure grows crops of some worth, but sometimes I wish it wasn’t just this cesspool in view…’
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‘…a chain of commands brought from distant lands to hide ourselves amongst the leaves, and fight the swill of yesterday with words that spill and spew…spoiling the outcry set by forgotten sails…’
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‘This I have made so by my strength of will, I have created this world I have found myself within, and taken no regrets at the actions that lead me here.’
