Wednesday, January 18, 2012
There Is No Playground For The Privileged.
Do the hills have eyes? If you answer yes, rest assured, you will have sealed my fate. These walls are to become my tomb. So long pressed against the fabric, leaving skin as a reminder. A fondness for spirits has led to the inevitable. A fondness for self-imposed isolation has only made things worse. Of course this must be difficult for you. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined the pressure you must be feeling. Day in, day out, the tick, tick, ticking of that god damned clock. Well, you have already torn the crosses from the walls. Why not dismantle the timepieces for the sake of brevity. Far be it from me to stand in your way.