Here’s the poor, ignorant bastard with his head so far up his doppelganger’s ass in infinite dimensions that he only now realizes The Meadows are a test. They are always a test; for those who call them home, the test becomes ingrained, a constant, unwavering embattlement between the Place, the demons, and the soul.
For those just “passing through” — us Tourists, regardless of intent or purpose — the test is even more subjective; it is a breeze or a burrowing — a kiss or a fist — torture-tailored for and experienced only by the individual. As it should be.
And this dumb motherfucker, for all of his showy verbose diction and ponderings of the cosmos, is too goddamn dumb to know he failed the Test. Dammit!
Well…if yer gonna be dumb, yeh gotta be tough. And also, study more. Otherwise you’ll just stay dumb. 🙂
“We all go down for the sacrificial moment
Crucifixion nails stain the bed of the holy.
Space thing blues diamond studded – sugar coated
Well, I am hell a miracle overloading…” – Rob Zombie
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