All that I have asked for in life has been given unto me. I entered into my abode, stopped, glanced around the room and wondered if I should take another breath. For from that moment on I feel no need to.
Oh, how there are so many strands that attach itself to Christ and convolute his existence. Though if they are wrong, I do not know, for at this point I do not know myself.
I composed, and I use the word loosely, an impromptu speech; is there any other kind? This one was done about some to do in the name of Harem4. I see myself distilled and digitized inside a computer-generated version of myself of which I am looking from the outside.
Do you hear that noise, this tea makes me very obscure? I am shaking. Is it from the coldness in this tomb? The refrigerator stopped running and the tension I was feeling and growing was taken away. What shall be next? The higher hum of the halogen lamp that gives light for my writing? But wait! It has all been taken away and now I sit here writing in a black ink that is rather true blue. The lantern and candle have become my only light. All I have ever wanted from life is here before me. From the job that I have, the lifestyle I lead, the people that I surround myself with, the glasses that sit upon my nose, the small amounts of gray in my hair, the ability to have a good beard, the desk and means of this writing, the scar on my leg and the means by which I came to get it.