Sunday, 20 May 2012


The cruel sun assailed my silent absconding, showing the world my skulking, creeping, crawling, pathetic excuse for an escape. sun, sol, Lugh, you cruel burning blinding enemy of my existence, abducting my solitude & flinging it upon the world for humanity to see, while I in my futility, crawl on broken knees, head bowed low, & held down lower  by the weighty hands of day, creep whipped by cruel tortuous excruciating light, seeking in my blindness, the cool, obscuring shadows of anonymity  I crave.

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