RETURN OF THE KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In a world of pathos, the rivers are so fast you  smell the rotting heads of the fish . Chaos has  become a god, driven by hope and freedom. While the world waits in the back alleys for their food. Crack has never left us as it pushes the pipe down our throats giving us, but a moment of freedom from the last hit. Damn this life is good, whores everywhere you look asses so big they block out the sun. Perfume so strong the wind carries it for miles.

Walking women in sheets of red throw the baby across the road with his bath water! When the wise man yells for change the stone throwers gather their rocks. As the brave man falls to his knees, and the blood runs from his veins he just yells why!!!!!!!!!!!   The stones never stop.  They rain down on him like death! The blood flows, as the rats drink it like water. Asses  walk away, muttering he was just a rebel without a cause! A small child looks on with tears in her eyes. The rats feed on the bodies of dead heroes,  as the pig waits for his share. The sun shines bright on that thing. We will never know! To the artist is sometimes granted a sudden, transcendent insight which serves in this matter for experience. A flash, and where previously the brain held a dead fact, the soul grasps a living truth! At moments we are all artists!