raw bark in the water of the marble shrine

fight fight fight.... don't give up... this is what you were here for. fight. breathe. fight some more. this is a war. life asks you to succeed, and not succumb. people limit you from your success. no person in particular prevents you, rather than life itself, serving its own needs, as it always should. you fit into its needs if you can just do what you're gonna do. which isn't too hard, actually... if you take it one moment at a time. you'll find the appealing opportunity lying before you. you'll reach out and grab it. life sets it all up for you. you just have to partake.

will i partake? you betcha. i'm done with not serving myself. and i feel proud to acknowledge this. the journey is too fun and winding to dole out your emotional capacity in such a hopelessly noble way.

then there's the other corner of the room, stepping up in the back of your head. he's ready to say something... he disagrees. duh. you're reminded once more that this kind of writing just isn't appropriate. must get a bs tr a ct. must

lose

you. i

must sin

in every variation, there is opportunity for

anything

he felt once the world was entering its final phase; he could almost feel the fires of doom. he eventually got comfortable and sang and danced. but for this moment, years later, he glimpsed something grossly familiar... the end, and peoplewerereducedtobeast.nomoreforthislife

i am your speaker. i speak for the living and the dead. i am everyone. i have them all. i contain your essence. i'm open and willing, and i'm in touch. billions and billions of screeching ghosts soaring through my mind... howling at me to save them. the world cries for salvation. will you do nothing?