Damien Rice - Cheers Darlin'

I am a broken gramophone. I play the tunes forgone and forgotten. I remember.

Yes I truly do.

The black mane caresses my shoulders, a subtle indication of a either a prolonged natural order to face a pair of scissors or a sizable difference in stature. Not much of a careless mistaken if one were to misplace my face with another. Not that I mind anyway.

Secondarily, I marked the hundredth hour atop a brightly lit screen. Silently celebrating my diminishing manliness to the hunters of escapism. The alluring travels through a fictional world and epic item gathering seems too much of a temptation to my frail mind. I gather that, like most boys, we all have our passion and weaknesses. While those of velvet underground run around protesting and criticizing, we with our tool that hangs, desire a cave of solitude. It is rare to be invited, but company is often welcomed.

There are just so many off beat formalities that we are enticed to. Then again, our prowess of staying human paints itself to follow these social traits. How shall thee be human if thee does not act like one?

Those that are faced with difficulty are often bled to humiliate by drones the rules created. Evil are those who recognize the black and white, while we live free in the gray. If Satan was real, he wouldn't be evil. He would be human. He would be living in the gray like us, he would be smoking evil cigarettes, doing 'evil' things like tempting people to adultery, robbing people of their happiness, blasphemy, and whatever nonsense that we in the gray area are already doing.

No, evil are those who get away with it.

The politicians.
The animal poachers.
The money making scoundrels who feed off nature's lush greenery, thus endangering every generation to come.
The nurse at your hospital bed who refuses to let you go to the toilet.
The drug dealers who rips you off.

You get my point.


Satan wouldn't be evil because we all says he is so. He is never the source of the problem. His mind games are an illusion, because if you were to blame your misdeeds on yourself, there wouldn't be a need to create a seemingly omnipresent and absolute symbol to take the blame.


Oddly enough, a poster in the vet's hospital I frequent reflects on my rant.
To loosely paraphrase:


"All animals are the true citizens of God's Great Kingdom.
Humans are mere apprentices of the Devil."

We are the balance but we choose to pick a side.