Temptaion

There’s this lingering feeling that I can’t seem to shake. It quarrels with my inner friend to the point where there is no reason to really resist. There's no longer any confusion. It all seems so clear. There’s not a doubt as to this now being a conscious choice.

“Time is made of honey slow and sweet, only the fools know what it means.”

It’s hanging out there like an apple for the plucking. So easy and so free to grab. Everybody here is not going to judge so let us all allow time to begin that transformation into a purity of unpublished smoke. Don’t let your better half win. The only real security is in knowing that the devil will devour your soul.

“My will has disappeared, now my confusion is oh so clear.”

King's Crossing

Man it feels like the world is a barrel. Why can’t we just be set free from all this meaningless captivity? Listen to the free floored tandem of sections that have been created from the turmoil of a single life. There isn’t much to attract me to anything except a solemn oath to the main attraction. How the hell do we deal with the chaos?

“They tell me whiskey works better than beer.”

But every wave is tidal, right? So open your parachute and grab your gun because who really gives a shit? There's only a select few chosen to go down into Strangelove’s caves to live out the rest of their solitary lives.