Life

More rambling.

Life is for strife and kisses… dreams and nightmares… angels and sunderers… daimons and demons… gods and devils… for delight and bliss… inexhaustible it is… however worsted by the evil world-soul… strip us…. Destroy us… break us down… in oblivion we are born anew… Life is for those that whisper honey at our lips and pour salt in our eyes… for finding immunity… the machines way… the conceit of being strong and immune to lifes leavings and trappings… why should we die when we can live? I have been defeated and dragged down and to pain I spit “no more”… striving to be the machine… my own gods… my own oblivion…. my own immunity… my own vessel adrift black seas… have you built your ship of death? To float atop anguish and pain…. To sail in the strife and conflict… you will need it. Inevitably we all sail it’s waters… but journey towards the calmer shores… to sit on beaches of invisible seas with dim, calm thoughts… quiet hands… immune… mechanized…. Why should we die while we can live? The journey is long but the end is there… the prize waiting…. The last wonder of oblivion… serenity of nothingness… immune…. mechanized… life is for living.

 

 

Breathe... see... tolerate... understand... accept... live... Deviate...