Follow me and I will take you on a journey.
Are you listening to me? I really need you to.
No one listens to me anymore. I mean really listen.
But then again, no one really listens to anyone.
Not anymore. They used to. I remember.
I remember everything quite distinctly.
Now whether what I remember is “real”?
Well that is another matter entirely.
What is real anyways? Am I real? Are you?
What we hold in our minds is real.
To be real something must be observed.
Absurd. Maybe and quite possibly so.
That which is absurdly observed is real.
That which is observed to be absurd is just so.
But back to the journey? Journey to where?
Rocks feather stick of shoe.
Souls together stuck like glue.
Stick of shoe? What sort of journey will this be?
A journey through planes of experience keen.
The dog ran after the rock flying fastly through the air.
Fell off a cliff and floated as a feather fair.
A stick I found shoe shaped indeed.
Put it on your foot and leave me be.
Why did I let you go you who were so real to me?
Must it always return to this harsh reality?
Why must the real slip into my life?
Can I not live in fantasy and ignorant bliss?
Come now, much to see. Time to enter darkly seen.
Gothic chambers and Cathedral Spires.
Wonders for eye to behold.
Do you feel the eyes watching you in the dark.
From the shadows they watch surely.
They know why we are here. Do you? The slightest clue?
No I see you are oblivious but do not fret.
I’m an expert of things morbid, dark, and dank.
Feel the air cling to skin as if to swallow you whole.
We reach the end of tunnel long. Long and dark.
We are alone. Just you and I. But don’t you see ‘tis planned?
It is I who brought you here. For this is where I hide.
No one to interrupt as I take you in my embrace.
Softer and far more sensual than a train wreck.
There comes death for you. Not for me.
For from death have I escaped. And you have played a part.
I hold you close as teeth pierce throat. Drop of red.
Read your life in the blood. Oh my love how I cherish this.
Do you want to taste this cup and forever cheat death?
If you choose I give it to you. Freely and with love.
What no a vampire I am not! What was I thinking.
Got lost and sidetracked a bit from my purpose.
Purpose? No not quite. At least I don’t think I have one.
Hrmm… maybe I do and maybe I don’t.
Purpose derived from self alone. Nothing preset radio station.
Ok so now we have radio stations. Where did this come from?
Follow me still on my train wreck of thought.
This is going to be so much fun I swear.
Would I lie to you? No you know I wouldn’t.
Tuning… tuning… tuning… Ahh! A station.
“And the lord blesses all those who believe in him. For it is written…
That through death he might destroy him that had
The power of death, that is, the devil…”
Screw that religious mumbo jumbo hoo-hah.
Frighten the masses with that crap?
Why not give them something REAL to fear.
They will die. Cease to exist. Flowers wilting in the window.
Look in look out look all around. Death is come a knocking.
Do not run. Where can you run? Answer: Nowhere.
Nowhere. Now Here. No where. No W Here.
Death is for Deftly Engineered Assholes that Hum.
Where to now? Where are we going? IS THIS OVER YET???
Far from over this journey is. Much to see. Much to see.
Look out at the sky. Sky of night. Lack of light.
Star explode. Shattered dreams. Supernova overhead.
Universes grow. Universe collapse. Eternal power of entropy.
Sitting on a hill. Meditation deep. Drop a stone off the cliff.
Watching eggs melt in the sun. End of times have just begun.
Why did you leave me? Have you any clue what’s happened now?
Rivers return to their source. The sea is running dry.
Tears of sand well up inside my eyes. Blood runs colder than ice.
Time appears to stand still. Reaching out but no movement comes.
Time is surely slowing down. The clock approaches its final hour.
Reach me. Tell me you love me. Just one more time. The first time.
Fall into your arms. Falling fastly off a cliff. Your heartbeat.
Quickening feeling of emotion. Emotive embers of love.
This journey of sights is winding down. A new must begin.
Journey upon journey in a never-ending circle.
Seasons come and seasons go.
Does anything remain?
Yes my dear. You and I.
Yes.
You and I.