in a black and white world......a field of beauty.........a vast of riches.....a mansion......and all that can ever be had. to sit in the middle of everything....right down in the middle. to just sit. stop. look around. then wish you hadn't. ambivalent sitting. armani on. then to proudly take the top hat off his mighty head and to cover his face in shame. on a chair in the middle of his garden of eden. to have the absolute beauty all around and to sit there, hide, and not look. a cycle of adam. to cross your legs placidly staring into the darkness of your hat and think: emptiness.
empty branches dark and lonely swelling back and forth in the sky. the dying trees ducking under the fearsome hideous clouds of evil like a ground hog and his shadow. burrowing deep under earth to find safety in the darkness, kissing the earthworms with buck teeth, slobbering for disgusting safety. feeling insignificantly insecurely bold watching the falcon ravished by the wind in the tree leaping for salvation among the whispering bushes. the fork of humanity grasping at him and stabbing him while he struggles to get there. the rain bellowing down. hard and daring, tempting the falcon in protective anarchy. the peals of the bell ringing as it struggles to the ground. laying flat on the table ground the falcon breathes water while the ground hog continues to close his eyes.
the world is wonderfully happy. joy is all our friend knows. he's the happiest. the most that anyone knows. to his friends: he's an encourager......and a wonderful guy. he's the light to all he's around. and EVERYONE knows him for it. he's the number one guy that everyone wants to know....the man everyone wishes they could be like. then he goes home. no friends. no one. he's there. no followers, no leaders, just alone. and he hides his hell inside as he sits with a retarded smile in his room. lying to the world. no one to help. no one to hurt. just him and his friend: death.
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