Emotion - 06-03-02

Life is a confusing twisting tale whose only definite result is delirium, 
this alone I have learned in experiencing this odd existence. Tides of 
emotion stirring like oceans and seas and rivers, waxing waning to the moon, 
ravaging like a hurricane yet in existential detachment leaving the surface 
and even the layers just beneath unscathed and pure. So when unexplainable 
angers rise from inexplicably minor details, the mountains off which they 
blow remain shrouded, causation is but lucky guesses. Than jeering and gut 
wrenching, completely unbearable and so totally tolerable, bloody red 
trickles of a mind in decay. Cope, function and cremate the very day. 
Picturesque with hidden possibility grotesque, and alluringly 
self-destruction all the same. But warm your toes by the hearth - relaxation, 
taxation and bliss - ambers glow and these fires keep on burning wrong.