For the first time he realized. HE was the bottleneck. Ever since that day he can no longer look at his own reflection without a repulsive acidic taste filling his mouth. And yet I chat to my lonesome self.

His Auto response my only assurance in this god forsaken virtual world.

"What am I?" "Why am I?" And other silent unanswered questions filled his voided mind. Slowly his meandering mind settled to a reclusive setting... Dark and damp the webs of forgotten lore and unspoken lies embeded into his head from his premiscuous parents. Lies I tell you! Lies.

And so, on and on, the story goes dwindling down the world like a thistled whittler sitting silently among the columnus serpents of evermore.

A relic of gladness and putrid sadness seemingly silent.

Prolonged hours of content and miscontent, of existence and non existence, of sense and of nonsense... repeeled the layers of undying agony.

Bereaved of his first loves demise under suspicous glances of sinister smiles. Ride high and strong upon the cloudy mass of air and land, of fire and fray. To go. To live. To die. To scythe.

Repeat reflex... a constant hex. Of those who cannot remain a depressed button of timeless swelling flusterment.

childhood marked thine eyes upon a insurrogate spew of caucous smelling drip-drop slips brushed upon you lips of past.

Release this tenure of courageous idiocy. I swear it!

Release this self afflicting tyranny of penniless whores. I say it!

Release the life of those whom cannot wield it! I wear it!

Pause. Repeat. Relent. Retreat. Remind me of the time that passed my fathers own eyes and regretfully and unmistakenly deserted his son.

Fuck you Dad!
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