be nasty…..

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I find it quite sickening, senseless and disturbing that although the sole & primary intention of this digital journal is to communicate my perceptive wanderings, translated renditions and epitaphic memories……etc……(as well as my reference guide for disseminated thought and those accompanying images that somewhat characterize the self-conception of those thoughts), that there exist those elitist & snobbish knaves out there in LJ Land who insist on their ‘GREATER’ social stature by threatening me in their [misguided] belief that I have something to gain by either quoting them or by temporarily using an image that reflects the atmospheric relevance of a particular moment in my life.

The next time you wish to be an azz about an entry I happen to include in my LJ, even when that post will have absolutely no effect on your imaginary & phantasmic elevated social status, why not personally message me and embark on some dialogue????

Oh….and one last thing….
That person on my ‘friends list’ who seems destine to stir up trouble needs to get a freak’n life outside the Internet and my LJ entries.

Dumbazz.

Maybe I should remove most of those on my friends list, even though I originally added them because something they posted intrigued me? Thoughts?

NEXT TIME…..REMIND ME TO SPEND A FEW HOURS SEARCHING FOR THE OWNER OF AN ABSTRACT IMAGE >>> BEFORE I USE IT IN A LJ ENTRY…….we wouldn’t want to upset those fragile sensibilities.

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….but little did they realize, a small flickering flame began to dance upon the pale darkness…..closing in….on the fear that had brought him to that decrepit place…..

…getting larger now…..

when his eyes were finally able to distinguish the burgeoning details of the light, he enshrined his fear with a smile and made his peace.

…..just your presence illuminated his soul, triggering a steadfast calmness that eventually led him home safely and sound.

THANK YOU Sweet Lady…..

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Imagine for a moment that you have been given a mere 2 hours more to live, and that the last few opportunities afforded to you [during that remaining time] stray but a little from the ’absentLY-animated existence’ humans encounter on any of the ordinary day-to-day yields.

….SO NO!…..you don’t have time for another snack at Dairy Queen*^$^*

….moving on fucker…..

Lying there alone [or not] what ‘epitomized chaos’ would suddenly begin to inflict its eternal maelstrom upon your conscience?

Will you succumb to the immortality of sorrow and pity * or * extoll at your triumphs, knowing you fulfilled a majority of your dreams?

…WILL you be happy….SATISFIED with the legacy you shall soon be abandoning……..

…Or will your cow-cow eyes swell with tears as you finally discover that the life, as it had existed before your death sentence, ventured upon forsaken?

Another day I may delve deep into the philosophy of time, but until then…….remember that THIS is your life and it is ending with each passing stroke.

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Though I couldn’t get comfortable on the hospital bed, the night staff made their first and last effort at obliging me……w/ pillows.

Sitting there alone, within the dead lights, the only sensation I experienced was saturated in ‘majestic darkness’, which gradually crept over my being.

No soothing voice to ease your passing….

No reAssurance that all is well……..

No comforts beyond the blessing of each successive breathe.

Confusion overcomes me……

No answer….

Nothing makes sense…..

Your body confused….

Your mind confused…..

Your heart is losing its nerve.

But just then……it hits me like Pecan Pie truck……

“I have no fear of death and the ‘unknown beyond’, nonetheless, I cannot shake the aching fear of being utterly alone in this strange place!”

I must face my fear.

I shall let it consume me, only to understand it.

I must rise above it and conquer it.

I must spread its ashes into the whirlwind of destiny, in hopes that it shall never return.

Fear is the mind-killer……

And a strong FEAR it is.

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One rarely fathoms the TIME they have been given, until that time has been revoked unconditionally.

Will you get the second chance I did?

…..scratch that last one, wagering on life is a DUPES sport…..unless you have those batteries to the last remaining clock.

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