I have seen my personal demon. As in, the actual outline in my mind’s eye of a fallen angel, that kind of demon. I don’t know if I can get a clearer picture of it, for what I saw was much an abstraction of evil; but really, I don’t know if I really want a better representation of what it is. It looked strange, like a vibrating red darkness, and I got a bad vibe from it in general. In my worldview, that demon is real, or as real as need be, the sum total of that which turns me on the wrong paths, when it can. Of late, it has not been doing that much in those directions, but I must admit that it has had some successes. The angels, too, who showed it to me, these are real enough too, all that would make me a noble example of a human being. Very much is my psyche a battle between the forces of good and evil of which I have become entangled. To the victor, the spoils, and in this conflict, the spoils would be me...
Reflection
1:15pm thursday, 26th november
Thanksgiving
Happy thanksgiving.
As we enjoy the gluttons of
our lusts.
As we embark on a great feast,
and our American dream.
While the Indians live on
their reservations surrounded
by fences.
Just another fake holiday
to pretend our life is
pretty good.
Reflection