.. ... so as i climb the known of the unknown. into the unknowing. thoughts register blank. with no avail of concept. ooh- the worry of future outcome! is like that of a lion. who hungers. it truly is- the mouth of the maddness. -and im caught in btween the grit of its teeth. - and the salivatating tongue of its midst.
be that it may. I look forward-to no such brite sun tomm. gloom -has a much bigger bait. then I assumed. i have the nerves of an assholed alarm clock. -and thats without the battery. or does it even have batteries? uuuuhm! 'and be that it may. a shadow usually follows his owner. funny- my shadow calls me friend-instead of master. the poor bastard. insecure about his own master? who shadow even does tha- ... what the fu. ... .. .ahh forget it'.
what a stench i have. cigarette intoxicated. water use to be a lover of mine. she left- fucking luggage and all. even took the dog. so as I continue to climb. this unknowing of the unknown. i will sit as the helm of the heavenly patriarchs. with abraham, Isaac and Jacob.- and wait for God. many questions I have. for i am DOOMED! (they're here)... ...

* the word of God is like having lamps on our boots; they lite the path at every step we take

sum titles to refer to- " the skills of my limit " series:
* skills of my limit- intro
*death is only a tickle
*a coward dies a 1000 times
© gary bell