EUPHORIA. Utter Bliss, I feel like DANCING to the symphony of SCREAMS I am hearing. I am the conductor of an orchestra of anguish. I am a sculptor of flesh and bone.
I am an artist... Blood is my paint, the walls and floor, my canvas. The lingering fragrances of past compositions fill the air. In the tranquil darkness, my blade and I dance the day away, through nerves, tendons and bone... Suddenly the music stops. Our duet ends. Drenched in liquid life, we behold our masterpiece. It's eyes empty, it's face frozen, it's form frozen forever in the pose I chose for it. We take a bow. Beauty in it's most pure, primal form. I am alive. And I am ready for the next dance.
Common, buddy. Who's Terry?
ReplyDeleteYou can tell me.
You got a brother too?
I used to. Now I have a pile of bones.
ReplyDeleteHow you holding up Luke?
ReplyDelete... MORNINGSTAR. I AM MORNINGSTAR NOT LUKE.
ReplyDeleteShut up Yggyfire, before you comment.
I like the name Luke, and that is who you once were I do not get whats so wrong in calling you by your own name. I think I will continue to call you Luke as I think it is cute how you react to it.
ReplyDeletePlaying games with me are you? Still a proxy at heart, eh Tensor?
ReplyDeleteWhat was your brother like, Morningstar?
ReplyDeleteWhy is it concern of yours.
ReplyDeleteDamn!
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