Twats

Brilliant, ain't it?

God help me, I was so capable of being happy there. But no, no no no.

Where am I now?

Not a smaggin' clue.

They breathe, oh do they breathe.

What does that mean?

They giggle, how humiliating.

I walked the dog today, tomorrow I'll play frisbee.

Same difference.

Shit.

One can snore.

Musseltoff.

Great eh? Dictionary don't even know it.

Piece of shit.

Shit.

On the Rise

Reluctantly I walk down the hallway, doing as much as I can to emphasize this to my cohorts of course, no point in being miserable without showing it.

Most will probably just enjoy it, some might empathize, but if I'm really lucky someone will get infected by my mood and have a shitty day onwards.

I sag my shoulders, appropriately of course, can't over-do it, we'll leave that to the drama queens.

I let my hands fidget slowly, but freely, and let off a few side-long glances at people as I trudge by.

I never realized how much I hated this hallway. It's not even plain. Just boring.

It's surprisingly dirty too, which normally adds some amount of character to architecture.

But in this case its just a dull layer coating everything.

I travel a further down the hallway, letting my eyes take in every detail of my journey.

I decided to raise my interest in the hallway up a few points after spying some asbestos a few minutes back.

Speaking of which, this a damned long hallway. Fuck.

And there's the door. The only interesting thing in this place. It's not even particularly nice looking. It's just... interesting.

Which is more than you can say about the rest of this place.

It's always been locked, never seen anyway use it either. Asked around about it once, but nobody had any clue where it lead.

Most people just pawned off the idea that it was a storage closet that some aggravated janitor decided to steal the keys for after being fired.

Why he was fired nobody could say. Since this place was filthy and needed a little more attention than the occasional extra effort to pick up a gum wrapper, that was rarely, if ever, used by the staff.

As I passed by the door today, my heart skipped a couple of beats.

Which stopped me in my tracks.

I hit my chest a few times, grunting in pain, until my heart cranked out a rhythm again.

Close call. I'm supposed to watch my blood pressure and try not to get excited... oh right the door!

It's open a crack.

It's never been open before!

I asked around once about it and... oh right I already got into that.

Sorry, I get like that after my heart acts up sometimes.

Oh hey, my hand is on the door handle.

Didn't even notice putting it there. Well, might as well follow through and do as the Romans do.

I pushed open the door.

Divide and Conq-

What the fuck?

"Well thats different" it laughed.

Beyond Good and Evil

I never really understood that bit.
Good and Evil.
If life were that simple, we wouldn't have World Super Powers.
The world wouldn't be green, blue and whatever the fuck else.
It'd be black and white.
But its not.
Were all funny evolution related degrees of skin tone.
Everything we live on is due to chain reactions in the environment.
Which were all accidents, and acts of nature.
Which may or may not have been orchestrated by a being with such depth that he calculated out a way to create us that would fuck with our heads for all eternity.

Then there is this whole concept of shadow governments.
Some people think this is a bad thing.
Personally I'd be relieved if there were, whatever there ideology.
I mean, at least this world would be going to shit for a reason, right?

But lets get back to the point.
Were all damn human.
Thats our blessing, thats our flaw.
I like to think I'm a nice person, but its all relative.
I know the nice to nasty comparison of my actions.
But most people wouldn't. Plenty of people out there would sit back and call me a terrible person. Or even a wonderful person.
But they'd both be horribly wrong.
I'm just a damn person.
I'm quite capable of ruining lives with the twitch of a finger, or even becoming a half-decent memory for a person by doing the same.

In the greater schemes;
Are we better off being run by beings as pathetic as us? As flawed as us?
Is it right that most religions praise an idol that is, for all faults of a worse, human in most aspects?
It's not right or wrong. But its flawed, so terribly flawed.
But flawed can be right too.
We take being flawed as such a negative term, most people will not admit to being flawed.
It's ludicrous.
You don't need a missing limb to be flawed, you just need to be anything that our minds can conceive.

Try it.

Close your eyes, and just imagine what you think is a perfect creature/existence/object
Whatever the hell you want.
But I promise you, someone, somewhere, will be able to shit all over it and tell you exactly why it isn't perfect.
Not even a perfect sphere is perfect.
Sure, in a geometrical manner, it might be considered perfect.
But its a damn sphere. All it can do is roll around and get abused.

It's dandy on paper.
Sadly imagery on paper is flawed. Far too easily destroyed, even easier than humans.

But that doesn't make them bad, or even evil.
Were all flawed. Nothing will ever be perfect.
And being flawed can't be good or evil.
It can only exist.
Which is what we are. A bloody existence.
If god were real, he'd be an existence too. Making him flawed.
But thats okay.
I'd love him anyway.
Just as much as I'm capable of loving any human being.
All those beautiful flawed bags of cosmic errors.
So all I really wanted to say I guess is, I love you.
I love you for all your flaws, all your mistakes, all your 'goods' and 'evils'.
You are what you are. We are what we are. They are whatever it is the fuck they are.
Sleep well my lovelies.
But keep one eye open, just in case.

Mad

with a sip and a slip and everything quick we ran cuz we can till we got sick so we laughed an' we cried till the ol' hare died which was funny so sunny that my meal was dead bunny for half a cup is nevermore when my raven n' table have common for'vor which is sad cuz were mad but it ain't so bad when were silly when its chilly on brilliant day but i say that you say that we pay you to not speak about my beak and leak in my cup with which we sup and dine till the lady divine says that the wine is amiable but madness is eerie so she'll no longer query to the dates of our dates on the table not stable for I say she is lame but ever so tame to stay when she had say that the company was bad sad and mad we are ever so glad that i must ask a question of you
one sugar or two?

Alice

The rabbit down the hole,
Shot my life from the grassy knoll.

So I ran till the sand got quick,
And my diamonds forever made me sick.

Jousting in a room full of sin and sweat,
I thought I could easily win our bet.

Little did I know that you knew what I know now,
The when, the who, the inevitable how.

We never knew why and we never cared,
Why the devil tried on your underwear.

He stretched and he slithered,
till your soul bled out,
of that disgusting little thing you call
your ‘slippery mouth’.

It never made sense,
I never asked why,
You preferred to talk about you mother,
When the drugs made us fly.

You filled it with glitter,
I filled it with blood,
The cake was delicious,
The bomb was a dud.

The fiddle was singing,
In a house made of brick,
A log rolling fire,
In the clock that wouldn’t tick.

So I sit in the house, remembering our times,
With a bomb made of reason, and a cake made of lies.

Wünderland

Cap-sized hallways.
A couch made of rug.
African tribal drugs, banging on their drums.

The clock has stopped ticking, the alarm won’t turn off.
I always have to be somewhere, but where I have forgot.

The white reaper stands pensive, hand waving in the air.
Fingers pointed like a gun, for a world that doesn’t care.

I unlock my broken heart lock chest, and smash it with a crow.
A whistle skips on down the hallway, with not a place to go.

The Hearty Queen holds her binder, speaking tongues into the sky.
Shouting with her broken eyes, that Alice has to die.

The rats are dying in the desert, having long escaped the ship.
Wingless vultures crying, while sinking in my lips.

The Hatter half a saucer, the Shepard has some pie.
The Cheshire Cat is laughing, that everything's a lie.

A crooked tail tomorrow, edgy tie today.
The warden stands there shattered, with nothing left to say.

The twisted wires to my brain, are lying in the rough.
The Ace of Spades are coming, to rip apart the stuff.

Wisdom dwindling like the dust.
The tree on mirror nothing say.
The cleaners took away my hopes.
While dancing all the way.
I tip my hat to Buddha, and politely say screw you.
If you penny on my thoughts, I’ll have to end them too.

The world is afraid to move.
It's gears are silent and still.

I sat around in that tiny room, buried under cement.
Spinning around in my chair, the sounds caving in my skull.
I span out of control, but the world did not.
Everything was so still, so very bloody still.

Fingers screaming.
Hands gripping my rage.
Water coming down.
Raining the filth away.
Every single part of me being cleansed of its absurdities.
Its oddities.
Its mistakes.
Its past.

Brand new I stand.
The world took a step forward.
I looked back at it, at me.
Floating quietly in the sky, looking after me.
The world didn't move, when I had run forward.
And I would not look back, when it had called.

Naked.
Clean.
New.
I stepped forward into the world with no name.
Speaking symbols and hearing ink.
Watering the ground as the skies bled.

The sun stopped beating in the sky, just as my heart exploded in on itself.
Like a gun shot, I fell sideways into the air.
The ground disappearing quickly above me.
Clouds rushing through me, out me, around me as I floated faster than gravity.

Lying dead, my body pierced and tattered, I gazed around at my new hell.
A world of cement, a world of people.
Branches crept through my skin, and out my muscles.
My heart pumping out roots, I let out a cry.
White roses adorned my creation.
Dripping red as they grew, and I withered.

The clouds rolled in.
Forming a brilliant sparkling spiral above my non-existence.
It began to rain...