28 Ghosts IV

A Descent Into Madness

“I just can’t get enough. My every waking moment is filled with such amazement and wonder. Even in the midst of the mundane, I have known awe.”

I know what I want put on my gravestone. I don’t care how my body is sent on, whether it be cast off on a boat and set ablaze with flaming arrows with a bottle of vodka and my shotgun in each hand, or a non-conspicuous obelisk erected in the middle of the forest over my decrepit corpse. I want these words as a tribute to what I truly felt in this life.

Let this serve as my will unless otherwise specified. Oh yeah, and I want everyone to party in my blood when they bury me. Have some kinky sex and fornicate at my leisure. Just do it. It’ll be fun.

I disagree with this. I can do whatever I want and achieve whatever destiny I wish. Nobody can understand the sheer force of my will, even though my plans are set months and even years down the road. The world is my oyster and I have but to act and all is mine in an instant. But it has to be right. It has to be as I dream. In the words of Nine Inch Nails, “Nothing can stop me now, cuz I don’t care, anymore.” As Buddhists would put it, life is an ebb and flow, a balancing cycle. If that be the case, then I will be the crazy son-of-a-bitch that stretches space and time to do what I have set out to do. Fuck you.

I disagree with this. I can do whatever I want and achieve whatever destiny I wish. Nobody can understand the sheer force of my will, even though my plans are set months and even years down the road. The world is my oyster and I have but to act and all is mine in an instant.

But it has to be right. It has to be as I dream. In the words of Nine Inch Nails, “Nothing can stop me now, cuz I don’t care, anymore.” As Buddhists would put it, life is an ebb and flow, a balancing cycle. If that be the case, then I will be the crazy son-of-a-bitch that stretches space and time to do what I have set out to do.

Fuck you.

(via itsrainingsouls-deactivated2013)