and come to grief with our madness. the time of enjoyment of the world and its painful separations and reconnections is done. life is the power to choose the instant of ending it, of being instead of doing, the crumpled self the waxed figurine, shelved and put on display while the universe sails on to its assurances of doom and despair. look upon the truth and melt you empty memories, your flesh ridden happinesses that bleed constantly for the privilege of dissapointing, the endless spoiled fruit placed before the fatted calf and all idolators chant blasphemy and wicked lusts. bring the night down with the final curtain for the ceaseless aspiration is a cheese shredder on my soul. what use the fancied thoughts and feelings where nothing prevails but time and emptiness. this light and darkness, matter and anti matter, deadens and empties what joy remains, the left hand seeks and the right hand gives and neither understand the hopeless truth that neither holds the answer, passing messages continuously back and forth without an eye to behold them. work and shirk and toil and shun the loaded weight of misery, this life is lost, the price paid is without end and all is the depth of madness. enjoy the last of the dream, dawn comes hurrying before the final darkening.
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