Its the thought that counts? any questions?

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Submitted: April 29, 2011

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Lets look at it this way. You take any man and give him these 3 choices, drink, write, or neither what is it you get?

if the man drinks he will screw up in every level but one, which would be getting drunk funny isn't it?

no its not funny because the man has no love in his life but lust, he loves lust, sex is all he needs besides his liquor. the rum sustains his hate for life, but only momentarily, then he sees him self. the pit of booze and whores, worthless isnt he.

If the man picks neither he will live a plain life with a plain wife and a plain child with a plain car, normal isnt it?

you could say so, the man is in love with everything but him self he sees a dual life no fun, sane he is.

You give the man the choice to write, with the words he wields he makes a love from a book he wrote, she loves him but only to be hated by the love. The man gets a  child he loves, but the child knows not of love yet. the love hates him but his love grows for her, his words creates madness, the madness creates hate and the hate creates love, with this mad man using his hate to hold down his love from everything he gets lost. he finds him self no being able to finish his story because his love started to hate, she drew blood from his heart. if only he finished his story before finding love.

 

do you want to know what happens when you add both drinking and writing?

This is what you get, you get a mad man who is drunk and not  married but in love with a blessed child, he writes of torment and disaster, to discover his mistakes. he reads his words to find him self, but the self he found isnt real but fictional. he is just mear words in a game of chess, a rook if you please. he finds him self in check, but were is his mate? she has left him for what he was what he is, he wouldn't change because she wasn't a real like all the others. she saw a man who was a fuck up, who wouldn't grow up. but he was young and taking on life by the blade, giving it all he got. he drinks because he needs words he needs words because he needs love he needs love because he knows who he is alone, not human, not a person, but a beast with a sick appetite full of chaos and hatred for the world, murder if you will.

that man is sane, with a hunger of it all.

 

do you see it?


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