Morbid? Yep. Rude? If the occasion calls for it. Brutally honest? You bet. I really hope you didn't come here expecting flowers and frills, because that's not what you'll find. This is who I am, and I offer no apologies for what I think and how I feel. I'm not asking you to love me, or even respect me; allow me the freedom to exist and be myself and may the same be given in return. I know the difference between reality and fantasy, do you? I'm firmly planted in the soil of reality, are you?
"A poor fool indeed is he who adapts a manner of thinking for others! My manner of thinking stems straight from my considered reflections; it holds with my existence, with the way I am made. It is not in my power to alter it; and were it, I'd not do so."
~ Marquis de Sade, 1783
Nature
Beautiful things you’ll never see
Growing wild tonight
Imagination is the key
Black and yellow striped bumble bee
In flowers pink and white
Frolics on his happy spree
Have you ever seen the sea?
Blue and green; just right
Beautiful, wouldn’t you agree?
And a mighty oak tree
Growing up right
Bursting through the filth and debris
Things which we
Trying as we might
Could never find the silver key
Did you ever perchance see,
On a dark and stormy night,
The person you always wanted to be
Shining golden bright.
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