By Jason Fresh
The Faux Pas Press #128
Immaculate Leviathan
09 January 2012
By Jason Fresh
Today, bullish as I may certainly appear to my critics, there were moments when I called desperately in smoldering jest toward the heavens; I also am now crying louder than before, but the gods smile and grant us another day of stupid providence, some second-rate version of purgatory for you and me. People are in a fun little hurry to buy houses and sell them three years later or suck on a dick that other girls desire. But as bullish, blindly optimistic as I appear, I am blindly following the nights when time died. There have been many nights like these. Even this night, January 9th 2012, will be a night to remember. Immaculate are the doors that lead to this new era. A full moon shining to a gruesome end for the Old Gods, a delightful leviathan-like destiny shimmering in our faces paying respect to George Washington and the other titans. There is no worry tomorrow – there is no worry today. The moments we've longed for, the moments we've lost, the moments we have had again and again? They are alive in us. Just flow with challenges. Give thanks and listen.
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