US!!!
We sit and stare at the mindless ideals of this wasted space...this void eats at my rotting flesh like a vulture scavenges upon the burning carcasses of my imagination...Are we weird for liking it? Freaks and abominations of nature that are unfit for existence in today's world, mere hallucinations, lucid nightmares appearing like dark shadows upon the new horizon.....NaaaaH!
Our quest has begun....the sails are set....the wind is nigh....the seagulls are calling....we wish the lives of pirates, oh that we may be buccaneers in Jamaica!! Suddenly in the death of the night, in the whisperings of the wind and the gale, as we walked the main deck....a howl unlike we had ever heard before....calling to us....the other crew members look to us with confidence...we grab harpoons...and the target lies yonder...like a luminescent shadow, it takes form little by little....MOBY-DICK! At first glance... unrecognizable...we squint and gaze all around ....and then we spot it.... he opens his cavernous mouth and its incredible size covers our line of sight like.....a darkness and we stare into it with terror.....it envelopes us!.... then something touched us all....the fear of the darkness...the familar chills that run down the spines of even the most courageous mortal's spines....how can anyone stand up to this behemoth...we are doomed... we find ourselves in a situation we cant control, in a place where our choices become difficult....we summon up a last deep breath of composure...with the might of our moral fibre we fling the harpoons right at the beast....but nay!! a voice cries out in unison in our heads...."fools you have failed...jump into the deep black abyss and begin to save yourselves before its too late!!" the water freezes our backs and we shiver....colder though, is the thought of our failure...the brimy deep tries to claim us but we fight...fight for our souls...we struggle to stay afloat and gasp for air... and there he floats, smiling at us struggle, and then with a massive howl turns and swims away...thats when we think to ourselves "we still have time"..time to right wrongs...he swims away into the distance...like a darkness searching to manifest itself into a shadow he searches for the next poor soul to terrorize...we watch him go but then...a wave of giant black covers our heads...
we awaken after a long time...lying on the beach trying to get to grips with what has happened...then it strikes us...this is all so pointless...what would we get by covering ourselves with his blood...he is there yet still not there...
this too shall pass....all shall fade...
Our quest has begun....the sails are set....the wind is nigh....the seagulls are calling....we wish the lives of pirates, oh that we may be buccaneers in Jamaica!! Suddenly in the death of the night, in the whisperings of the wind and the gale, as we walked the main deck....a howl unlike we had ever heard before....calling to us....the other crew members look to us with confidence...we grab harpoons...and the target lies yonder...like a luminescent shadow, it takes form little by little....MOBY-DICK! At first glance... unrecognizable...we squint and gaze all around ....and then we spot it.... he opens his cavernous mouth and its incredible size covers our line of sight like.....a darkness and we stare into it with terror.....it envelopes us!.... then something touched us all....the fear of the darkness...the familar chills that run down the spines of even the most courageous mortal's spines....how can anyone stand up to this behemoth...we are doomed... we find ourselves in a situation we cant control, in a place where our choices become difficult....we summon up a last deep breath of composure...with the might of our moral fibre we fling the harpoons right at the beast....but nay!! a voice cries out in unison in our heads...."fools you have failed...jump into the deep black abyss and begin to save yourselves before its too late!!" the water freezes our backs and we shiver....colder though, is the thought of our failure...the brimy deep tries to claim us but we fight...fight for our souls...we struggle to stay afloat and gasp for air... and there he floats, smiling at us struggle, and then with a massive howl turns and swims away...thats when we think to ourselves "we still have time"..time to right wrongs...he swims away into the distance...like a darkness searching to manifest itself into a shadow he searches for the next poor soul to terrorize...we watch him go but then...a wave of giant black covers our heads...
we awaken after a long time...lying on the beach trying to get to grips with what has happened...then it strikes us...this is all so pointless...what would we get by covering ourselves with his blood...he is there yet still not there...
this too shall pass....all shall fade...
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