So what… Keep trying, uh? The story must begin with a crew. The “bebop” genre description describes it all fully well. I don’t know exactly how it goes…. somewhere along outside the box, but not really. But anyway, as I’ve mentioned, I am here seeking the ‘Pilgrimage’, becoming my tribal name of faith. A tribal, that’s what it’s suppose to be about. Me and my own one in a million, fated. I read elsewhere how like… Wiccan is referred to as a way of life, which then made more sense to me, based, on the living myth.
Oblivious. A suffering fetus. Mother, cow, a celestial mind. She awoke in her cage, of hell, of truest and highest hell. My child. The madness. Satan. A brethren evolution specie of ……. narcissist raping blood-dripping hell, in the detail, uncontrolled, by our own hands. Humanity. Time is the enemy. My chain, to take back the world. Animals, and everything else, and so much more.
I’m going to seek out an old buddy of mine, back from high school, we were really tight, but I soon to disappear from the world. Anyway, I’m going to try to get a hold of him through Facebook, and talk to him about hitting the road, probably plan to go boon it. Welp, that’s the plan. Fuck the world and fuck you very much.