“If You Could Stop Now…
…that would be great.”
Actually, that is extremely true. But yet, the walls continue to close on me as if the thunderous sky was about to fall and the only light under the shelter of the dying night was provided by a solitary candle whose rekindling through fire and flame was my only surviving mechanism through the abyss of vicissitudes of history.
But I wasn’t one to give in. I stood strong, and bellowed with all my might that:
“THOU SHALT NOT FORGONE THE CIRCUMSTANCES OF THE VENTED INTO THE MISFORTUNES OF THE UNDESERVING!”
I yelled with all my mind. But it seemed like the mind has made its decision. Bear in mind, the trick is to resemble the mind but not seem like it, and act like it but not perform like it, and bear semblance but not resemble it, just as you don’t seem like it.
Within the magnificient dealings of the cards that I stood to play with, I had to, as a must, invoke the next strand of sanity that battles through the magnificence of time, before time themselves shows up at the door to make a grand entrance into itself and march into its throne made of itself and show itself as the ruler of itself.
Thus stands the test of time.
But stand through this test was the stupendous stamping of stumps that stood to stop the stampede. Yes, of course, there was a lot of alliteration involved here, but its magnificient majesty barks of banned beings whose slaved souls could only be salvaged from the passing of premature punishments after which reminds nothing but the mind that the show must go on.
Before I returned to the vestiges of my ventures, before me stood the stand of stumps from which could depart a solitary confinement for the stump, me, to become a bat-and-ball game of the ego and the superego.
I stood needlessly, as the Id, who couldn’t survive the test of time and presented death with an alternative, of solitary confinement of the stump itself to never bestow its existence on me.
If death had to agree, I would’ve let go for the world for the world for the world for the world…
