October was some time ago. Truly. In between cancelling my facebook and taking my place as a mild hermit (in the electronic sense), I've neglected this page for good reason. It's a wonder of a spark that strikes the first time you write something out in the web, and for a time, that spark had gone. Bad as it had seemed, things have begun to feel somewhat...different, much like the first time I typed here. Not that anyone gives a shit, really. But in the hopes you stumble back across, politics, arts and anything in between and broken down in the express lane shall find itself back here. It may seem as if though I have a different focus. Ah, if it were that easy. Hard to believe there's anything different when I never had much of a direction to begin with. Life immitating art is the only thing that comes close to a semblance of an explanation in this case. I'll bring my way back with something I've had jotted down for some time:
This was not what they seek,
wandering through among the overtly meek.
Announcing their presence.
Amid the cobblestones and straw toys of the peasant.
And so they go among the lines
Seeking comfort amidst the moral fines
Nothing more, nothing less
For Catholicism seeks not to stress
It seeks to separate from lust and beast,
all the while repenting from passion's feast.
Do you feel guilty? Pop a pill.
Stay a while, but be still.
Keep your passions dormant.
We're here to help you form it.
Into what exactly? Of that we're unsure.
But for the sake of convenience, we'll call it pure.
All for the Almighty, poured into Jesus.
Never forget dear children, he always sees us.
But if we spoke our truths, we'd rot in hell.
But lets not worry you, it's time for the communion bell.
Cheers.
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