Jack's Twisted Kingdom
plume's of iced rage
So. Instead of feeling sorry for myself,
lothing the decisions of the past, and
ultimetely wallowing in the caustic mud
of indeterminate defenestration, I have
an answer to the age old questions;
Where are you going? What do you want?
Who are you? How are you going to do it?
and Why are you going there?
The answer is really quite simple.
"Fucked if I know, Fucked if I care, Fucked
if it matters, fucked it makes a difference,
and just, in general, I'm fucked."
Or rather, it's simply a matter of trying to
understand that without some point of reference
I'm going continue to live in the midst of
hell, without any true care.
Ottawa, has been nice. I'm moving tho. To
where, I don't yet know. but it'll happen
sooner or later. Maybe I'll go to Toronto,
or Vancouver, or back to Edmonton.
Lust is fickle, but direct. I shall ride
the shallow waves, and see where this latest
journey down the road of heart tugged fun
shall take me on.. it'll be a ride...
Til Next... when the sun rises at dusk.