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The tribe and other related observations.

Date Written: September 13, 2017
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The night shines dark and gloomy upon the tribe gathered before their god-chief, they dance drunkken and numb before the orgy of the world 

Bask in light-whisper

Bask in light-speaking voice 

Bask in light-scream 

Now the orgy begins as the women lay thrice with every man and every man thrice with every woman. 

Scream,speak, and whisper. Ecstasy and pleasure, the twin gods of existence. 

bodies writhing in pleasure, minds lost to the cacophonous sounds of love-making. 

A man becomes painted black and streaked with the red of his own blood. 

Meanings of life, nay, only the ungodly lust for pleasure and escape. 

Jump in my car and lets go for a drive, you and me. Come ride the waves of light that cast themselves into our endless thoughts and drown in the deep pit that is your sorrow and self-pity and be reborn stoned and free from the trappings of mortality. 

Ride, ride with me. 

Ride, ride with me. 

Shake and shutter with horror as everything you considered imprtant is for naught. 

Honey, grab my hand for i fear you are lost in this peyote trance, let us glide across the Mojave, for the desert is the birthplace of my soul. It shall also be my resting place, born of the sand, made to die in the sand, swallowed and battered down into the deepest depths of the earth. 

Members of the tribe dance and dance until they are only dust and bones then the earth is still, the night is quiet and everything is dead, the never ending sleep that everyone fears. 

-silence- 

murmurs from the dead and dying 

flesh cooking, "mmmmhmmm smells nice, lets go inside and eat some barbecue." 

the end. 

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