That whom need not be named.

He held a mirror to the subconscious, peering into the corners of the absent, into the places we'd rather not know existed. He guides us through the valley of horror's that we've tattooed ourselves in. Pulling the petals from the wounds, into truths we've swindled ourselves out of knowing. The wrinkles on their faces whisper of haunting memories and still we stare. He was my will, a visionary, compromising nothing to vest his self crypticly in each mark he left.

The cresent moon hummed a death note from each to the next. A thematic abortion of normality gloomed around a grining smile. The mystery that clouds our preception is magnifyed, though confused, we see it for what it is.

Gnarled limbs portrude from a sheathing garment, hooded in shadow. An apocalyptic aura gnaws our afermation in what we belive to be. We are doused in the vision of windowless towers that erect from the neglect of our desires. Only in the examination he has brought to us do we see through the haze, into the hollow caverns of our exsistance.

The soma of summer

Words tumble from the stream of my consciousness like fruit from a truck barreling down a dirt road. My eyes weigh heavy as I prepare for a night of billowing slumber. I am trapped between days and hours, swinging from the branches of commitment to boredom. The present folds its self meticulously, repeating till the now is nothing but a moment I hope to reminisce of. I struggle for words to chisel the picture from my mind but i find my self hopelessly eluded.

Let us fend for tomorrow. For a time where we can pause in the examination of the present, and chose a deliberation that will manifest itself into the midway of reality, fathomed only in the dreams that await.

Goodnight.

A Message From a Friend

A message from Fredrick Vonoughon:

Dear Friend, How have you been? Its been a long while since we've spoken, I'm sure you feared the sea's had gotten the best of me! You must have spent many sleepless nights awaiting a faithful letter, yet tragically, nothing arrived. I apologise for this dear friend, you see, I've been quite busy in my adventures and haven't had the time to tell you I'm still in one piece! Well at least now you can calm your nerves knowing i am safe and doing well.

I seems only fair for me to regale you with a few of the unbelievable tales of my travels, especially after waiting so long for this letter!

I suppose I should start somewhere near the beginning... It seems so long ago, when we parted ways... I set out to explore the unknown, with nothing but my the clothes on my back, and a few pence in my pocket. Yes, I was so naive back then... I set out, knowing nothing of the world, however a did posses a few skill that would work greatly to my advantage; a sharp wit, and the most nimble fingers this side of the Mediterranean!

As I left home, I trekked the land, for what seemed like months, till finally I spotted a native transport making its way over the rigorous terrain and screamed out for it. Eventually it stopped and I negotiated with the captain (for a small sum) to let me ride it till I reached my destination, wherever that may be.

The things we saw, where amazing my friend, all sorts of markets you could imagine, huge mammoth structures reaching out to the gods, and strange foreign people, in bizarre garments. Yes I do believe I saw it all.

Suddenly the captain ordered everyone off the vassal immediately, (I believe it was an ambush) so I jumped off and ran as fast as my legs could carry me.

I don't know what happened after this but the next thing I remember was standing on a a towering plank, looking down at deep blue water.

'Jump' the pirates screamed.

'jump now', they commanded.

I thought this would be it, the end of my life. Fed the the sharks lashing in the depths below yet I had no alternative, so I jumped.

Splash!

I smacked the water and swam for my life, heaving aqua as I climbed the sea , farther and farther, not knowing where to go.

After exhausting myself I was eventually rescued by a hero from the 'guards of life' He must of though I was handsome because he tried to kiss me passionately, I kindly refused after a breif moment.

I am safe now friend, I hope this letter finds you, and you can tell the world of my adventures.

Sincerely , your friend, freddy.

P.S They have futuristic robots that drink urine here! I'm going to ask one out on a date, wish me luck!

fredrickv122@hotmail.com

Fred took the bus to the pool where he went swimming yesterday.... He kind of likes to exaggerate.