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		lonely scribbles from the great dark







		A VISION something i have seen something i have heard its all inside no one but me "33 ITS 33" the gong rings in my ear the sound sweeps across a grand temple from the sky like a majestic, ancient bird it shimmers over all, then all goes black the static scream in your ear grows louder with each pounding beat of your frantic heart your eyes widening then fades as quickly as it came... "34 ITS 34" they yell overhead to all of us below merely watching life unfold having no clue whats occuring in the great red unknown proudly bannered before us but what it means we don't care it looks nice thats all that matters as our souls are kept in jars in a black room lit in eerie green as sinister laughter emerges through the dark- we should've paid more attention.... .... at least we suppose CREVICE here i stay away from you away from all NOTHING MATTERS life is dead death is life anew or at least thats what we hoped I HATE THIS WORLD which i've never really seen i'm simply returning the favor it did me but why am i stooping so low as to do what the world says they're so far below what we should be so now as i emerge from that crevice in your wall with my great glow of orange but you don't care you're of this world that i've come to repay in a different way perhaps than has been tried before so i take your hand and invite you along to where i know not perhaps never will endless thats all that is thats all that should be thats all that will be the crevice is empty won't you come with me? WANDER drabble... drabble on... wander about.. where has life gone... we can't seem to find it it slipped through the cracks in the floor we should've fixed years ago... falling endless an endless below when bottom we hit we begin anew and continue this cycle does one must find light take the torch in hand... or whatever we must to cut through this muck this eternal muck that built up for ages long history muck sit back watch it blaze as we build new dwellings by its light and wish we'd hit something falling again something to wake us up from this eternal n o t h i n g ! ! ! for all we can do is wish it seems and drift among the shards of time thinking of an ending all we want is an ending to the constant turbulence inside te great head of the one who's name we know not who rules our lives but we don't care apathy is our slogan! but apathy only gets us so far and nowhere is still so far ahead we need something! anything! grasping for a bit of sanity the rarest of commodities faaaaallll..............thud we hide in the dark a place of peace... at last kept forever in the soft, gentle dark so the piercing light won't do what it did again but what it did we can't remember so we'll just stay here we think until someone tells us to move