Elucidation

This is it. My Masterpiece.

The words will come and the pencil will flow. They will even mean something to someone, somewhere. Some wear their emotions. My closet is like my Psychiatrist's office. Officially, I've found that my words are feminine. My passion is to always write her. Right here sits you knowing more about me than I do. But then I've known enough to give you the opportunity. You do understand that my name is ironic...unless you've slept with me. How YOU doin'?

Sarcasm is the key to honesty. Honestly, how could I not but give two shits less? Why is why the most unanswerable question? What happens when we begin to imagine that our reality is real? Thoughts are only real if you decide to express them. Unless, of course, you think otherwise. Only others our wise.

Safety is a falsehood perpetrated by lies honestly told. Perpetuation is the product of collectivism, overcome only by coming the hell over. Its so damned worth it. Apathy is the result of atrophy, which in turn is permissive. Permission by definition must be granted. Granted, we assuredly can be so. There is no Master but by the words that we choose to use. 

This is it, my Master. Peace.

Sin (or Atavism)

Only in the unwelcome experience of cold may warmth every truly be felt. Before you can be found, you must have been lost, with no search begun without so realizing. Hatred is fear. Nostalgia for the past disregards the future while foregoing now. Those who can find no beauty in war have most certainly never fought in one. The enemy of thought is words, and the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Harmony fails where melody is unsung. We are wise to buy stake in mistake. To learn is to forget how to forget. Contradiction exists where paradox is reality. Decision is made with failure in mind. To die is truly to have lived. Patience is relative. Unconditional liberty is anarchy. If I choose to  disagree, than surely we have agreed on something. The best tattoo is the one that you most regret. Yes, you never know what you have.

The feeling you long for longs for you. We've already told the story that we wish so to tell. There are no better days! I've found that work begets work. Thankfully, heartbreak means that love truly exists. Shadows are only cast in the light. The page is only turned when the last one has been read. Faith only means that we don't believe...in something. Home is family. I hate fear. Thanks goes to those who forgo.

Success means that failure exists. Should is a dirty word. Suppose that I should suppose. Where is there, again? There is tension in the tense. Anger is sometimes found in a bottle. You know why its called a sweater! Faith (again) is inherently blind, just remember that the blind cannot see. Sometimes, there truly is time. Never disremember pain, for only within will we all share the lucky opportunity to heal.