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Rainy day blues.

You think you’ve got troubles…

There are some things in life that are inevitable, from the things we need to survive to the ideas that become reality within decades, but what binds us together makes the whole stronger…or so I had come to believe previously. It is not difficult to feel forsaken by the world at large, and to feel infinitely alone through the view of a keyhole, the eyes of the voyeur taking his place. This feeling has come over me, and hasn’t seemed too unreal by my standards, though everyone else would disagree. Descended as never before, through the ecstatic pains of poverty and kind words, and yet I must see this thing to the end of its’ supposed journey. The laws disallow me to sing praises to my fellow human beings because of careful misplanning, all on my part as plans I create fall to pieces to make an example not to step there, but also not just to explode into nothing. It is Here that we drag ourselves out of the muck as many have before, and step not here where the pressure will just build and compact, extracting souls like teeth out from the mouth of god. We are the way to work the earth, but what is the appeasement to these ends, agricultural spawn into worlds of virtual reality and individual commitments. To make our little comments, though not to be truly blessed, but to realize our humanity. Not the beast that we surmise of the hideous flesh and chunks of gnarled life threads, but the face of the animal, the instinct. Not the resistance met in some war of the heart of god, but residing in the soul of the capable ones, the credible ones, and the captured hearts out there in the distances of time. Reach to meet your own fate, and you will find your fortune, not yours alone but to share with the world. Humanity reflects itself, and yet the mirror doesn’t break for very long at all, the bad luck never sticks forever. I mean, that’s what we keep hoping and praying for it to be, and why can’t it be a truth for every true spirit? Gods are not our masters, they are our guidance, and forsaking oneself means to forsake it all. Nihilism has its’ charms, but only as far as good, aggressive music is concerned. By-the-way, I went to an interview, but didn’t make it back to the land. Instead, I drowned myself in the wicked rains that poured themselves over us Here, but I felt freed in the madness of the falling droplets of watery helplessness. Even though I bussed it all the way to the interview, and tactfully made my voice heard getting me a second interview, though I would much prefer to make the best of tower working. Before halfway back to home, the storms reeled and wound this place through and through, and my soaked -to-the-bone metaphors were seriously washed ashore. As I walked through lapping waves of dirty water and debris through streets a chunder by weather fierce, I adapted to my colder surroundings, but took a moment to laugh at the butt of the joke that I had become. Things will get better as defines the rest of this October, I’m sure as deep as the gods creep, and demons leak through this mind-melded intention with plain of existence overlays. Simply spooky.

Thanks, khet.