Swamp Donkey

Swampy

Putrid

The souring prey awakes, and smiles at having it's flesh plucked by the vultures.

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Haine

Through a loud disassociation, you have become the familiar curmudgeon you were before. Gliding over the dirt, you listen to the rotten who claim to see all. The rotten chant an ancient adage which shoves you forward into the mud. Primal instinct forces your body upward to survive. A seemingly delightful notion to bring up the muddy natives expands outward, and you call them your fucking friends. Unanimously bemoaning about reconciliation of stability, the group swallows it all in different states of consciousness. Passed out, the rotten mock you with laughter, recalling their similar youth-hood. After time, you and the muddy natives continue this cycle, and induce it all by whoring yourselves. There is no reversion now. You are drunk and filthy with no oasis in sight.

Approaching death, you are now rotten, face down, as you were previously, in the mud. My foot meets the back of your bald head, and I continue with my life unaware of the mask you once wore. I am clean and enlightened, never to follow that shitty, rotten, and delusional path.

Pale

It has dead eyes. I exploit it's mind, and through amalgamation, a purified affinity is achieved. But, the only product is further refined stoicism. Lanky and pale in figure, it has an emission of not only confidence, but beauty. The affinity reached is that of possibility, yes, but hope to never transcend and attain such a level of oneness. As a result of the defined amalgamation is a certain conflation and confusion of this entity thus now born.

My idle hands have a weakness for it.

R.A.L.A.

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Mercury

I have not posted anything in a while. My thoughts and mind are constantly building to affinity towards something. Keep updated, I assure a hopefully interesting update soon enough.

A.A.,S.B.