Dreadful Bliss
How can something utterly depressing result in an elating sense of self? Is it an appearance we would rather put forward than come out as who we are, a self defense mechanism? Or would it be self destruction? Maybe it’s the realization of what could have been. Maybe it is the blatant artistic obviousness of the presentation – yea that does make one smile. Irony, a small word but turns into something of mammoth proportions at times; the irony in irony. Whatever it might be, depression in the entity of its existence does not or at least should not constitute bliss.
Donkey Slayer
It all started, when men of great courage and honor waged war against the menace of the fire breathing dragons. Centuries down the line, when the dragons stood slayed, a lone Dhobi, descendant of the once mighty dragon slayers, vowed to regain the honor his ancestors once held.
Fate had it in store for him and it was his destiny to relive the glory days of his family’s past, but alas the dragons were only a part of legend now; hence the mere reduction of the kinship of the mighty dragon slayers to a Dhobi. However, destiny has its way of making the impossible possible for his donkey broke rope and ran off. In the post dragon era, the donkey shall assure that the family name stands restored. Thus, the birth of the Donkey Slayer, spawn of the once mighty Dragon Slayers.
It’s time to be chasing the donkey!
Save us, Its you who we Trust
His masturbation deserved a standing ovation
The king’s court and the lesbian horde
Death to the wise one, we shall all come tonight
Rivers there will flow in the sewers of parasite.
The phone rings, the sword stings
The walls fall and the pen clicks
Doomed we stand, the killers approach
Run like the wind, don’t draw a sword.
Shave your legs and save your toes
The end is near, hence here forth.
