The Cruel, Non-Enlightened, Flat, And Unusual World Of The Unwise Is An Interesting Place To Mise.
Being Wise, Amidst The Unwise. Taking Advantage Of Intellect. The Dark Shadowy Corners Of Your
Personality Come Out. Is It Confidence Or Stupidity That Propels You To Take Another Shot. Propulsion Into The Dark Jungle Of The Drunk. Your Chest Is Up, While Others Slouch.
Another Shot. Embark On The Jungle. You Put Trust Into Your Conscious - It Is Strong. It Is Healthy. It Is Alive. Another Shot. Is Is Evil.
“WHO DARES TO ENTER THIS ARENA.?” States The Entity Of The Wild, Ready, and Rowdy. I DO.
The Clever One. My Mind Is A Machete Hacking, Blazing This Jungle.
“WHO DARES TO QUESTION THIS.?” You State. WE DO. States The Entity. Our Gravity Is Substantial. Navigation Of This Landscape Is Tricky. Dangerous Men Thrive Here. Beware.
You Focus Your Stare. Another Shot. You’re Not Afraid. You’re Confident. You Will Not Be Shook. You Are Leading An Army. The Petrified Shark Eyes.
The Jungle Presents A Signifigant Obstacle. Your Memory. Interiorly Your Conscious Checks In To Communicate. It Has Reached Its Last Gasp.
The Entity Runs His Fingers Through His Hair and He Smirks, He Was Rooting For You. You Didn’t Like That. You Laugh At Him And Your Conscious. The Evil One Now Presides. Entity Steps Aside.
You Turn Around To See A Legion On Your Behalf. They Are Scared, Willing, And Eager. These Dangerous Men, You Deem, Do Not Suspend. A Hand You Will Not Lend.
Another Shot. Who Will Penetrate The Heart Of The Jungle. You Are Now Being Steered By The Evil, Clever One. Headbutting The Hesitant, Running Rowdy With The True Gunslingers Of This Desolate Cold Existance. All Others Left Behind.
All The While You Are Smirking. Are You An Explorer. Do You Dare To Go Further, What Are You Accomplishing. Is It A Form Of Testing Your Sureness In Yourself Or A Form Of Loosening Your Harness On Respect, For Society, For Other People, Yourself, Boundaries, Rules. It’s Hard To Gauge.
The Entity Follows You With Aghast.
For The Rest Of Your Night Can Not Be Expressed Through Words, Memory, Or Thought.
It Is Between You, the Clever One, The Evil One, And The Entity.
Then You Wake Up. And Drink Water.
Darkness can be as intoxicating as the roar of the sirens…Glad someone gets it!
Thank you!
… I was with my Self and The Entity (interesting homey) friday night, all three of us were rooting for Me… funny how Mr. Memory bitched out that night: we were all hoping he’d hang. Wrong. Well, I’m off to have another shot. Don’t forget about The Jungle julES. -love, I
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