monkeycrap's Diaryland Diary

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a story

The light at the end-- by Jazzy M.Crap, bestselling author and idiosyncratically dysfunctional yet sane human being putting himself in the shoes of some 15 year old who tries to act all weird and eccentric but cannot make it

Groping his way through the tenebrosity of twilight.
Pitch-dark, though state of mind is pristine owing to the auroral illumination.
Of the light at the end. Or what seems to be the light at the end.
An illusion, ignis fatuus? Fool's paradise?
Nah...All those promises, surely they not end in naught?
And so he obeys, treading each step with cautious confidence,
growing with the intensity of luminescence.
Eventually he finds it. The light at the end of the tunnel.
'Ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh!!'
Perseverance, focus, faith. The answer was always there. Waiting. The light at the end of the tunnel. Found. Or is it?

honk.

I don't know, you tell me which is most deplorable and foul,
The dragging, scraping of raw human torso alongst the railway of death's tracks,
or the inability to hear one's own ghastly shrieks against the clickety-clackety sound of grinding metal?
You see my fiend, sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel,
Yes, that very light you have spent half your existence seeking after,
May just be the headlights,
Of an incoming
train.

10:45 p.m. - 2004-09-16

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