untitled late at night

[Sepia]

Here he comes past the Rubicon, wearing soldiers and warriors and god-kings alike. A dream was set in the foundation of the world, to keep it down, to keep it low, to keep it where it is, safe from bodily harm and safe from those who wish to destroy it themselves. The beggars sit still in the streets as soldiers on defense ravage through the city for one final glimpse of victory in the eyes of a dead whore. Mary Magdalene, mother of all pain, we are all your sons.

Crowned with thorns and responsibility we are given the world where it rests at our slumberous feet. To sit upon a throne and see the green pastures like Solomon, king of old and to hear broken hallelujahs coming from the innermost room of the temple. There is so much light in our hearts and souls, there is so much light in our empathy and mitochondrial dna.

Nightmares tear through the sky and all the king's men huddle underneath their roofs, all the brave warriors and heroes remain silent as they see their enemy approaching. For some of them, the piss will rust the metal but most will not live to see another day for Victor Hugo said it and the idea is on the march, building bulwarks and barricades, palisades to match.

The king himself is silent, his philosophers and advicers too. In the cool evening breeze all one hears is a silent harp being played for itself by its' master who wishes the enemy to break down the gates and break the levee. The musician is cursed with understanding and blessed with ignorance, seeing nothing in the squabbles of humans, be they kings or beggars. The lonely harp plays a lament to all that is lost in this hour and all that is gained for there is no difference for the harp player.

There is no right and there is no wrong in his utopian mind because nothing is. Nothing is as we percieve it now he thinks, it is only an oasis in the middle of the desert. They strive for a status quo, they strive for the painters honor, by completion, by creating stability and humans have always had an agenda for stability or the expected.

It is in their stability they denounce the edicts created by their gods. It is for the sake of stability, whether it has been lost or yet to be gained they turn into villains for the roads were created long ago and one simply needs to tread upon them.

He plays his harp and change breaks down the walls.

[East Coast Hustle]

holy FUCK YES.

especially this:

It is in their stability they denounce the edicts created by their gods. It is for the sake of stability, whether it has been lost or yet to be gained they turn into villains for the roads were created long ago and one simply needs to tread upon them.

[Sepia]

Huh.

I have no recollection of writing this. Thank god I'm out of exam limbo now with a bottle of cheap cava and a bottle of expensive port waiting in my fridge.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Awesomeness!

[The Apex, The Harmony Of]

Voice to own ears chosisme.