Through the desert shores

[Sepia]

"Got woken in the night,
by a mystic golden light.
My head soaked in river water.
I had been dressed in a coat of armor. They called a horse out of the woodland.
"Take her there, through the desert shores."
They sang to me, "This is yours to wear. You're the chosen one, there's no turning back now."

The smell of redwood giants.
The banquet for the shadows.
Horse and I, we're dancers in the dark.
Came upon the headdress.
It was gilded, dark and golden.
The children sang.
I was so afraid I took it to my head and prayed.
They sang to me, "This is yours to wear. You're the chosen one, there's no turning back."
They sang to me, "This is yours to wear. You're the chosen one, there's no turning back."

There is no turning back.
There is no turn.
There is no turning back.
There is no turn.
There is no turning back.
There is no turn"

    - Bat for Lashes, Horse and I


You're feeling important, you've grow out and beyond of the haze, you remember this. You remember the feeling, you remember the situation, you remember what you were exactly at that time although you have no idea where you were, what you'd drunk and what you'd taken but it was early summer, late spring like now and you were going home for the holidays, renting your room out and you'd spend a month with your family and a month working before you'd head out into some grand new adventure, where were you going? Tokyo? Mexico City? Hanoi? You spoke about it earlier that night to this guy and you told him much of you, more than he could absorb and you grew blue as he started to recommend Bali, he started to recommend Lanzarote, Costa del Sol. You grew tired in your heart of all these men who'd been stereotyped so long ago and you thought they were like victims of a car crash, sitting catatonic repeating It doesn't happen over and over

because everyone is an individual, everyone believes they are an individual and it never dawned upon any of us that we're just a part of a great uncontrollable mass, humanity is a goat in the woods with a thousand young and perhaps it was this dawned upon you when you stood there, completely silent letting the music vibrate through you and something inside you died but it didn't really matter anymore because it was a thing of fakery, it was a plastic flower that had been rotting for quite a while and it ascended into a cloud of dust, mud and flame and you realized you were part of the thousand young, you realized that these are the uniformed masses and you are part of it and you see no reason any longer to not be a part of it, you see the behemothic beast in your mind and you see its restraints, you see the openings from the back of its mouth because the beast always cared for its own and you understood this already when you were sixteen, bright little fucker you were but you connected the dots now, you've seen beyond a veil you put into the equation for yourself and

what you see is so beautiful, so controlled, so simple and stupid, too simple for you to have understood so long ago because the beast never cared for your thoughts, the beast never cared for you, who you were for the beast told you already so long ago that in the beginning there wasn't the word, there was the act and as long as you act properly, dress properly, smile properly, talk about the proper things at work and even though you understand the futility of wearing a mask, so few do and a mask is the simplest thing in the world to don and you don it so perfectly and years pass by and you've worn your mask, you've been following their simplest rules while breaking those that are important to maintain but when everyone see you they see your perfect resume, they see a worker who's always five minutes early and always to count on and your hair grows white, your tits sag beautifully and your children are getting married next month and you sit in the couch with your husband and you look at him from the corner of your eye and you fell a tear

standing in the same place, that old chamber of epiphanies and there's this rushing feeling, wind blowing against you, from the west and you're sweating and you climb your horse and you hear the lament of the children all around you and even though you always thought that song was about some fantasy shit you hear the drums in the back of your head and the drums go wilder, they're gaining momentum and hitting crescendo like the way you always felt that song should've and you ride, your horse and you upon the plains where gold meets darkness, where the soul twists out of place and time feels natural and nonlinear and you wear their crown which once was worn by the son of man, which was once worn by an enlightened outside in the gardens and you feel all their stories in these lands of twilight

fear was keeping the reins, fear was what kept you from falling over for you still heard them, you heard the lonely choir and they chose you because of what you are and never what you did

older you feel as you near the castle walls still hearing the wail of the children and you know there is no turning back, you know deep inside yourself what you were meant to be, what you want yourself to be but you clutch your hands in fear and not in courage, love nor bravery but the gate opens and out the riders come and you remember a time when everything used to mean something but that's in a country long forgotten now, buried in time and failing flesh and you've gone beyond it now

you went beyond the action

and you found the word

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Rah!

I always wanted to be a Lovecraftian demon god!

[Sepia]

Rah!

I always wanted to be a Lovecraftian demon god!

I actually had to use that allegory to explain to one of my retarded friends that he was indeed a part of the silent majority. It took almost an hour and was the funniest discussion I've had in a long time.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Rah!

I always wanted to be a Lovecraftian demon god!

I actually had to use that allegory to explain to one of my retarded friends that he was indeed a part of the silent majority. It took almost an hour and was the funniest discussion I've had in a long time.

There is only one way to avoid being the silent majority.

TGRR,
Knows that if they ever took their heads out of their feedbags, the silent majority would start screaming and would never, ever stop.

[Dido]

I actually had to use that allegory to explain to one of my retarded friends that he was indeed a part of the silent majority. It took almost an hour and was the funniest discussion I've had in a long time.

Amazing as your text is I cannot help thinking that your retards are more intelligent than mine.

[Thurnez Isa]

 

excellent job sepia
you gotta start compiling these into a RL release or something

[East Coast Hustle]

fucking righteous.

[Sepia]

I actually had to use that allegory to explain to one of my retarded friends that he was indeed a part of the silent majority. It took almost an hour and was the funniest discussion I've had in a long time.

Amazing as your text is I cannot help thinking that your retards are more intelligent than mine.

I cultivate my retards so I can survive in their vicinity. Also, thanks for the kind words as these things in here are really just stream of consciousness when I can't concentrate on what I'm supposed to do.