Its those people that should be lined up and shot. Dumbshits.
Tootles.
This older blog of mine is locked into the Blogger-sphere. Rather than trying to move it out, this will just live on here as historical record.
Its those people that should be lined up and shot. Dumbshits.
Tootles.
Silence around me enought to bring me to tears. In this car, it's two worlds, the haves and have nots. Hundreds of folks teetering on the brink of an age of design and triumph only to be lost amongst the fallen angels of yesteryear. Today today, we wait in this chasm for night-break. It is a deep breath spasming the mechanical muscles waiting for the rush. Aching and groaning, we wait in the belly of this beast. It is pain and longing, cold touched by little rivlets of heat. The ear hears only distant conversation muffled by the longt dark. A few moments has become an eternity turning each of us into private worlds. The voice from above warns of more delay and the stomach churns.
Crap foiled again by the deities above. Its like a constant humming driving into my skull. Short breaths leave me high and waiting to touch down. In seconds, the earth dwindles to a marble while im steaming. Inward, the war rages tirelessly draining the feeling from my lips. I cannot imagine the turmoil of others. Its astounding how little i know. Turning around i see the shadows of ages past writing the pyric titles of down and feather. It is merely a wish but i cannot seem to leave this place. While others drift onward i find myself chained like some great anchor pulls on my chain and tethers me. Where then shall i wake when i learn of the times drawing nye? What great beast slain will stain my fingers crimson? What tide shall pull me to a new shore?