Before I go on.



Last night had a. Thought provoking dream. Started out looking through a mask of sorts, through the eyeholes at unidentified objects, then suddenly got thrown back by a strong force. Then I am flung back onto a stalegmite/tite throne and the ground around me instantly burts upwards. In an instant spiky, violent flurry, I open my eyes and see that, rapidly rising above a land covered with blood and chaos on a mountain of molten earth, almost all natural life has ceased, and all the gods have abandoned us.

It was really like flying. Such speed and altitude; such power, such grandeur. And when I was at the top of the world looking down on everything, a figure I found vaguely familiar burst out from cloud cover, and I (somehow) pulled a sword amidst fire and melting brimstone in all its twisted glory, and leapt forth to-

Then I woke up, of course! But I do have a brilliant idea for a graphic novel I intend to either 1. write down or 2. narrate to someone so I can think better. Anyone interested in joining my crew just contact moi. Hmm. But the dream kinda made me realize lah.

There's no perfect land awaiting me. No Heaven, no grassy plains. Somehow I just know it.

Heck, I don't even intend to live very long. Maybe 2012, then I do something super screwed up then I die or something. Living just seems so pointless.

But at this current time at this current age. There are still some things left to be done, and I won't-

The times have come and gone. The choices have come and gone. The mistakes have come and gone. Everything; every smile, every urge, every glance, now remains a sweet, sweet memory.

All that remains at this current time is what comes next.

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.