TwistedTripper's Abyss

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Space

What is there but this vast empty space.
Space that needs filling.
Or does it?. Can it not just remain empty? If it were to be filled, then with what shall it be filled? Just a tiny little dot in space, requiring an infinite number of dots to fill it. Almost like this page. How many words would it take to fill?

Something to aspire to I guess. Here goes.................
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Too many *sigh*

About Me

Name: TwistedTripper

Location: Sydney, New South Wales, Australia

Well what can I say, I'm absolutely tripped out. Check out my Blog if you want to know by how much. The nineties wiped me out. Too many good times. Now that the naughties have rolled in, I find myself in a spiralling grey haze and I don't know how to get out!

The Grey

Inside corridors of thought there exists, a world, which some consider sick and depraved.
I am compelled to seek refuge from the scavenging, prying eyes, which label such a world insane.
I crawl through splintered cracks; the splintered cracks of a weathered window frame.
Like an insect scouring through darkness, foraging for some relief;
amidst stormy sleets of rain.

Through ragged cracks all I see...is this cold, cold grey.
Grey which permeates the air; like ashen smoke swirling from a cigarette, left alone, to smolder away.
In earnest I endeavour to clear, the heavy, burdening haze of grey.
I'm afraid, so so afraid, that something terrible lurks; within that grey suffocating maze.
I can feel it as it sifts through the air. I can hear it. Whispering. Rustling. Loathesome horrible sounds;
sounds of maddening decay.
Come with me, I need to walk, to make an ardous journey through this decrepit grey.
For I am lost and I cannot find my way.

TwistedTripper's Abyss

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Space

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