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What the fuck have I got to say?!…

I’ve screamed this within my own head many times, and upon many occasions, sometimes so much so that the obvious answer escapes me…It is communication that we must rely upon most dearly to touch the hearts of anyone who will listen, and sometimes this focus can get quite a bit lost before accomplishing the goal of expressing oneself most acutely…Becoming aware of the fallacies before the functions of the words as they are thrown out to convey meanings misunderstood…Horribly inaccurate as they may be thought of as being, words are our communication foundation, and from there the scaffolding is upheld by a mediocre mishmash of thrown together interjections and conjunctions that all lead to the Frankenstein’s monster of our own self-expression…See what beasts these words be?…You may think me fool if you wish, but I need not care for those that can’t penetrate the din of madness with their mind bullets…Decency is not a lightly-used expression in my vocabulary, and I find that moralist flavors of any kind are totally lost in the fight for what is decent…Who has all the answers anyway?…I am not the first to admit their shortcomings, but I will certainly not be the last either…There are far too many like minded individuals out and about who crave something more than the lackluster visions that their modest words can create, expressionless vitriol to bribe the mind’s eye with fantasy of wealth and pride, and to demand a tithe from the holy of holies….My monsters are all many and faceless demons that rage into the dreamtime state of bewildering impossibility, but it does not leave me scared to wake up, only relieved that darkness has not driven me into a point of unrestrained insanity of the heart…Where the only survivor can be my imagination…The ghost of a soul left untouched by aeons beyond this one and the next…The only thing I have left to say is where the hell did I leave my memory of the path I have taken to get this far?…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…Dante, Faust, and all the romantic heroes know only pain where I know the jealous sting of boredom…My hells lie in their fames, and my infamy relies upon their literal flare, into an endless night of possible dreams and nightmares that I can escape when I awaken into this “real” world…My imagination eats souls like junk food…Creating monsters for the sake of apocalypse frights, and making up my mind to stutter your thoughts into a row of nothings…I have nothing more to say to any of you people…Done.

Thanks, khet.