|POINT OF NO RETURN|
WARNING. Enter this sight at your own risk. Ugliness exists. You may not like what you see. It may sting you like a bumble bee. It may trigger a memory, sending you to the crematory. P.S. No porn just topic and lanuage could possibly offend. But I have to be real, I cannot pretend. This blog is for me, not you. So, if you do not like, then shoo.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
THE WALKING DEAD...BEYOND THE POINT OF NO RETURN
My mind was pushed into a bizarre grotesque world until it became shattered past the point of no return. There is nothing to define reality or if there is a reality it cannot be alive in my mind. It has to die. It has to stay dead. I am the walking dead. Is that a movie or something? The only way to live is to be dead. I breathe dead air. I listen to and hear dead voices speaking, dead words coming from dead brains. Like you for instance...your words are dead. They are nothing but dead air being verbalized, falling upon the dead ears of the world. There is no meaning or conviction or emotion. And that is okay. I do not need any of that from you. I do not care if you are detached and aloof and superficial. I do not care what you think or what you believe about me. It does not matter. Nothing matters when you are dead. Nothing can hurt you when you are dead. You are right; I saw things no one should have to see. I was forced to do things no one should have to do. Can you see the blood on my hands, my face, my body? Because...I can. Crimson Red...always dead, dead, dead. We bled...Crimson Red. Now here is where I lay my head. Here is my bed.