Oh Vanity! You left me everytime curiosity became me.
Everytime the books were open and the sun was set, the universe would be
glimpsed without the selfish sun drowning out the cosmic echoes of its brothers
and sisters, preoccupied in the distance. The silvery sheen on the speckled
blackness, the sloshed luminous milk in a canyon of darkness, the devil
scattering pearls to never be grasped, just glimpsed for half a life, so God
can cackle at his insomniac creations trying to jump at them. Oh Misery. What
woeful insomnia is this, to have to stare at something so wakeful? To be forced
to dream without sleep? The smooth matte paint, punctured and torn from the restless
seas of photons, attacking nothingness with unorganised and distressing
delight! LET THERE BE LIGHT. A command only half obeyed. Or still does light do
battle with the darkness, the stars it’s surrounded soldiers, living life under
siege. Darkness is bliss, they are told, much like ignorance only less. Joseph
Smith; an amoral fraudulent twat? The cleverest of the cons? Unending
insecurity seeking unending love? IGNORE HIM! I can’t, he symbolises everything
I despise. HE DOESN’T! His followers do. Manic and Depressive, together at
last.
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