Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Jarvis

Creation awaits for another nocturnal onset of radiant impurity. Deformed mind seeks safety inside premonitions born out of casted feelings like the leftovers of prisoners in a war camp. Indeed a vision blurred beyond ambiguous annihilation , this imagination has placed a bet with its own damnation. Only one question resides in my mind today - Are we descending towards infinity or is it just me safely seeing the world through the eyes of the tornado.

An extract from the Black Book - Ragpicker , Oct 21 , 1773.

1 comment:

Vinnie said...

1773???

i'm outta here!!