The Quagmire of my Discontent: The Apocalypse of WeeSaul - Abondon all hope, ye who enter here!!!

Until the day was gone
And I sat in regret
Of all the things I've done
For all that I've blessed
And all that I've wronged
In dreams until my death
I will wonder on...

This life is amazing and in all things I can find a bit of wonder and magic and this is good. The simplest of things can set my soul free from its earthly cage and it flies free throughout the universe. From what I read and hear I do not feel that many share my same view of the world, and that is a shame. They seem to fixate upon things that are of no importance in the Grand Scheme of Things. It is time for these folks to let go of the trivial and learn to live with the reality that everyone has been given...

Amazing it is how deep my thoughts will travel as I sit upon my throne in the Fortress of Solitude watching a bit of lint or fuzz being blown about by the air bellowing from the heart of the infernal furnace. It just swirls in circles from an unseen eddy in the current of air, and I will not stop it from going where it must go. I shall not be the one to deprive it its place within the Grand Scheme of Things. It is not up to me to put an end to its wanderlust. Go ye now in peace, Little Fuzzy. May we meet again on some higher plane of existence...

And so it is as I type another entry into this library of all that I know and all that I do not. And the volumes I have written and have shared with all the world are growing to enormous proportions for there are not many who can Babylon and on about absolutely nothing like I do...

And that is the curse that I must live with, the fact that I can sit and just allow the thoughts that are in my head to flow straight into my fingers without any filtering whatsoever. Take for instance all the entries to the Poetry Challenge, I have very little difficulty writing a poem on a subject that I was given and it was a rarity to spend more than an hour or two writing any of them for the only difficulty I have writing a poem is coming up with subject matter and because the subject of each poem was given to me I was already ahead of the game. Give me a subject and I can spew forth something that can be considered a poem...

And this and all things are what have been swirling through the void as I sit before my little keyboard on this day in the history of the universe...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...