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Confessions of a Swamp Rat #1

Started by Thurnez Isa, July 18, 2008, 04:23:34 AM

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Thurnez Isa

So you have it all figured out? Everything starts making sense? You found the small inner spark, the last bit of inspiration you have left before your dragged to the bottom of the mud. But the swamp is dark, it sinks, it boils with torture...
And the monkeys lurk there, ever present in their tree top castles  and there is nothing they like more then to stomp and torture, play their human politics, live within their blackened lies and drain your sweat and blood. Its almost impossible for any vermin to survive, and they are driven under into the weeds, hoping for their last little bit of inspiration among themselves.
But if you look with close eyes you will see that many of these vermin are really monkeys in disguise, ready to slit your throat with your back turned. In fact maybe in they end they are all monkeys... and soon the swamp will be nothing but empty whiskey bottles and the remnants of your own guts.
Through me the way to the city of woe, Through me the way to everlasting pain, Through me the way among the lost.
Justice moved my maker on high.
Divine power made me, Wisdom supreme, and Primal love.
Before me nothing was but things eternal, and eternal I endure.
Abandon all hope, you who enter here.

Dante

wade

REALLY real discordians

i wouldnt hurt a fly
:thumb: :kojak:

LMNO

Quote from: itsThursday. on July 18, 2008, 04:36:49 AM
So that's the way it is?

:spag:


All things are true in some sense, false in some sense, meaningless in some sense...


Sing along if you know the words, spag.

AFK

Quote from: Thurnez Isa on July 18, 2008, 04:23:34 AM
So you have it all figured out? Everything starts making sense? You found the small inner spark, the last bit of inspiration you have left before your dragged to the bottom of the mud. But the swamp is dark, it sinks, it boils with torture...
And the monkeys lurk there, ever present in their tree top castles  and there is nothing they like more then to stomp and torture, play their human politics, live within their blackened lies and drain your sweat and blood. Its almost impossible for any vermin to survive, and they are driven under into the weeds, hoping for their last little bit of inspiration among themselves.
But if you look with close eyes you will see that many of these vermin are really monkeys in disguise, ready to slit your throat with your back turned. In fact maybe in they end they are all monkeys... and soon the swamp will be nothing but empty whiskey bottles and the remnants of your own guts.

I like.  Bravo!
Cynicism is a blank check for failure.

Dysfunctional Cunt

I like this.  It disturbs me, but it's really good!

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."