Looking

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I sit back and look "out" inside my mind. After the pain, before the
insanity of life, A perfect moment? A captured moment?

 Lately I see nothing except the now and cannot see beyond. This moment is captured
right here on digital paper... Perfect, elongated, raptured, intestines slowly drifting upon us
as the hunter captures its pray.

 Feel it? Feel the pain as the hunted is being ripped apart. That moment is gone.

Distinguished factions of our life disappear into the abyss.

"hello sir, my arm was shot off in Nam"

"Die you sack of shit"

pain, mind numbing piercing pain..

"Get off the fucking floor!"

"You don't understand you never will"

Some people say I'm not right? Lets get on with the show...

Greg / Anarchy