Stop me if you've heard this one----
I have written over one hundred beginnings, and one hundred more ends.
here. right here on this very page.
and I'm giving up, because it hasn't been worth the frustration.
And I hate to disappoint.
pointlessness. ooooooo how i loathe thee.
for you have single handedly
withered me down
until i might seem to the nearest passerby
like an ashen wind beneath the world
who makes a silent sound
C'est le Grub.
- -ka - - -- -سرچشمه-- - - - - - - - ------------------------------- ----- _______________________(8) ونكش
I am a seeker. I am the rye. I am the thorn in your grandfathers eye. the salt of the earth you've been dying to try.
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and the world will fall down to it's mother's left side
that's the worst sort of thing that you've ever implied,
that over the river, a shiver, where the air that was once alive, has withered and begun to shrivel and dry,
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and this is where the madness does lie.
pt. ii
the madness, known only as Grub, takes it's roost beyond the tar stained bay.
it lays there to feed on the elements of the free world, attaching it's parasitic roots far below the depths of the deepest water cavern. the madness called Grub does not thirst like others thirst. rather, the grub set its sights on a much more potent nectar. Yes, Grub shall reach it's twisted arms deep into the center of all that is alive, and will slowly begin to feed on the Origin of life itself. our Origin. our mother. the source of all that has ever been and ever shall be.
and with that, Origin begins to die.
pt. iii
pained by the unwelcome invasion of the madness called Grub, Origin releases upon its offspring a silent scream. the scream trembles inside all that it touches, crying out to all it's children for salvation from the grip of Grub. the scream travels throughout all of Origins vast creation, searching for the ones that know how to hear it.
but alas, pure silence can only be heard by a small few.
these few - gifted through the enlightenment of Origin, go to war with Grub in the only ways known to them: new Creation. the few rise up against the madness, expanding their new Creation within Origin, replenishing it's ethereal ambrosia.
filled with new Creation, Origin begins to flourish once more, retaining the balance of all that is, has been, and what might be.
unfazed by new Creation, Grub continues to feed, and Origin continues to helplessly drain, requiring the few to continue their spread of new Creation, ensuring that the sources of all shall never fully drain.
Thus begins Time.
Thus begins Creation.
Thus begins madness.
and life is born anew.
Emerson
