by Gregory Reed

Created on: January 19, 2009

I'm writing you in regards to the current condition of my state; which I directly command. I have awoken this day from my forty winks only to discover that madness and lunacy has risen throughout. Bewildered; its rapid arrival has inculcated trepidation and vulnerability. My eyes quiver with anxiety and angst as frenzied visions appear before me. A deafening screech frequently echoes off the central partitions; tormenting me by its immense throbbing. For if could jostle my two fingers deep into my ears, I would shatter them off, leaving them tickling my drums. I shall slither my blade downward, into my orifice while leisurely eradicating my decrepit core. Heart's constant beat has dissipated swiftly becoming a cynical charlatan; sounding like a feline in heat. I shall await you're appointed onset before disposing of it, for I want you to perceive that preordained deed of horror. I demand you reduce my cadaver to ashes of which will drape stock-still from a putrid cross looking like a virgin catholic subsequent to the amputation of my mendacious tongue with a corroded yet serrated penknife. Have no mercy on me as I have dwell-ed upon this earth comprising of no true purpose but rather false theories which have escorted me to these black gates left guarded by imperial men snubbing my emergence with immense curiosity. My state has been battered while having no true dimension. Its borders are very irregular causing an anarchic reaction of sorts. Byways are much bunged, congested with inanimate objects of which rely on a daily feeding frenzy. With the attempt of an escape I shall impede one's being. Their confusion is causing the liberated to grow exceedingly impatient due to this sudden mad dash toward a sole exit being clogged like an asthmatic airway. The juvenile or infantile are no longer authentic or unmixed but rather impure and corrupt. My armies generally form a seamless formation causing a flawless flow, but today they seem disoriented, running into one another like blind dogs. It seems as though I have lost complete hegemony over this god forsaken territory and a collapse appears inexorable. I wish to collaborate with you as I seek you're immediate relieve. If you are to be successful in the manipulation of my federation I shall let you dictate it without my interjecting. I'm writing you in regards to the current condition of my state; my state of mind.

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