It begins with the dawn. As if the world, lulled into stillness by the encompassing dark, wakes with its dominant parasite and reluctantly returns to the waltz. And for this once, I will be there with them, still cold, still solitary, but present and accounted for. To war with fate once more. For are any of our struggles any less than a battle with ( Read more... )

For now, let the body putrefy as the mind wanders cosmic thoughtscapes. In this dream, death is a temporal state, and not the hungry maw of eternity that encompasses us all. In this dream, I am strong, tall, proud, confident and loved, and pain and sickness can never touch me. In this dream, I am a free man.

I don't want to wake up, not yet.

When motivation crumbles to dust and leaves ambition a hollow shell in the void, the likeness of a pale wheel spinning in place, then you may know that your soul will soon follow.

My work is mindless drudgery for dirt-poor wages. The bowling alley is a dead end; the only reason I stay is for the paychecks. The idea of another ten months of this ( Read more... )

An old man, sitting on a stump in the forest, suddenly looks up to find an old woman standing before him. She looks at him expectantly and says, "And now for your third wish ( Read more... )

I like my job. A lot ( Read more... )

I will be greater than even you.

Thank the Goddess, my prayers have finally been answered.

My health is failing me ( Read more... )

I'm nearing the breaking point. I really don't know what's going to happen in the coming days, but I can see the pieces falling into place. As I've always dreamed, my weaknesses have been overwhelmed and the pain might just be enough to turn them into advantages.

But, oh, what a sacrifice this life will be.

( Am I stereotypical? )

Here it is, suckers ( Read more... )