Musings of hatred

Do you really think you can understand the slap on the face that is the truth?

You who are too used to trying to mitigate the pain of the initial insult to your essential truth.

Whoa be it that external reality could cause a disruption to the facts you covet and hold with arms tight to your chest,

to that chest that has already been caved in by the shock of non-adherence to the sticky mess on your mind?

You'll never look underneath, past the charred radius and ulna to see that the festering which was there is now gone and only the posthumously eaten remains sitting precariously waiting in their own turn to fall into a grave that may not be ready for them.



Such a tenuous hold onto a life that was never truly there and long since past, yet ya'll know that should you ignore the instinct to look deeper you may be safe,

for a time,

for an infinitesimal period,


yet this is enough, just as the straw a drowning man reaches for is enough for him as it is there and seen as opposed to the ungraspable opaque ocean.


Perspective kills when the frame of mind we operate from is occluded from the truth, when your frame of mind is so limited that you echo a Jewish haters sentiments



"You can have it what ever colour you like, as long as it's Black"



Funny coming from him and all.



A potential Grand Dragon,

not dressed in Red,

not hooded,

just leaping around in a smokey haze whilst the tire circling his neck flames away.




Tell me now Bitch - is that a Goodyear?





The Grey Madness