Swing.
Swing.
Swing.
What is swinging, the thought or the thinker, the pendulum triumph of life? Why? Why must we be selfish, why must we be hateful and cruel? Is it possible fro us to step out beside ourselves, our own imperfections as clear as those blemishes we so quickly spot in others. Know thyself, and know that thou art a wicked thing: evil.
Consume me evil, but leave some for me.
Devour me Jesus, but I want a taste--my fists are clenched. I ravenously devour myself, tearing at my flesh. The pain I administer to myself, yet not respect others enough to rent at their spirits, I want to rip them to pieces, yet advice even I'll not give. Darkness, I will be one with you.... If I see no light in light, the darkness I'll find in the Sun, yes the shadow of the sun, a façade it is, and always will be, in this rivering madness of wayside life in a jungle where Everyone's mad, incapable of connection, relating; incommensurate beings, step outside yourselves! Shead that putrid skin and shagging self. Be of yourself to others; improve in the dark pool you'll cleanse and be free.
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