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[friday-night-vodka]

Flashback to the time before the time of the broken place a terrible labrynth of decay the forgotten kingdom of hurt and regret from darkened times.

A haunted place of spectres from the past deciet pressed on their lips disencouragement on their breath their macabre beauty whispering empty halls of this forgotten place persuading to explore deeper and walk into the bowels of death.

-Stu (friday-night-vodka)

[friday-night-vodka]

Road Trips

The wind blows through the windows as you drive the sun hits the horizon as clouds block out light out in the distance painting a picture of patchwork light.

Flowers line the roadside as you drive by purple, yellow, pink, red a rainbow leading the way giving colour to the road ahead.

There’s snow on the mountain in the distance that’s the destination of course, the white fields of magic a winter wonderland with snowflakes dancing in the air covering all that surrounds with a blanket of wonder.

But for now the countryside is alive with the beauty that is living the world around you is alive the wind blows through the open fields to the right gently rustling the ever so long grass as the sea of green moves in union.

To the left the trees of the forest also dance as the wind glides through them, the eternal guardians move ever so gracefully as the invisible conductor slips through conducting a song of silent beauty.

This is heaven you think This is life There’s magic in the air and I am alive. -Stu (friday-night-vodka)

[friday-night-vodka]

We said our goodbyes in the pouring rain. We cast our feelings aside and watched as they slipped away.

Our love had moved on to a place of peace. Away from our hurt from it’s living grief.

Our story was over, the ink had dried. We had reached the end and found that our love had died.

So we watched as it slipped away. Below the surface in the pouring rain.

-Stu (friday-night-vodka)

[friday-night-vodka]

The reaper awaits us all at our end

A rose as black as night in it’s out stretched hand

A simple gesture of love from a creature that only deals in death

No words are spoken, but the meaning is clear

Come, walk with me into the galleries of silence as we descend in to death

See their ruin as we walk to your conclusion

Bask in the silence that is inevitability

The one constant that is present throughout all of our lives

Come, walk with me into the galleries of death

See it’s ruin as we come to the final curtain

Bathe in it’s beauty as we reach your absolution.

-Stu (friday-night-vodka)

[friday-night-vodka]

Swirling pieces these broken thoughts calmly float throughout the banks of coherence washing upon its peaceful shores.

These fragments interrupt the nirvana of this place their chaotic nature an invading force. consuming, exterminating and strangling all in sight.

This once tranquil place, gone. It’s peaceful shores overrun forgotten in the chaos of this calamity.

I am the poison that consumes this place. I am the darkness that exterminates its light. I am the weed that snuffs out it peaceful life. Fear me; for I am the irrational mind.

-Stu (friday-night-vodka)

[friday-night-vodka]

Incoherent, inconsistent irrational muffled whispers fill my head.

These dusty old demons wander inside my attic, failures mistakes and shortcomings their words of encouragement.

I walk the galleries of this calamity, tiptoeing along the shattered frames of my rationality into the darkened halls of chaos as I search for nirvana in this world of disarray.

[friday-night-vodka]

Sad songs always end. Broken hearts always mend. Sparks ignite creating life. New beginnings hearts singing. This is living the song of life. The sad song given new light.

-Stu (friday-night-vodka)

[friday-night-vodka]

Incoherent, inconsistent irrational muffled whispers fill my head.

These dusty old demons wander inside my attic, failures mistakes and shortcomings their words of encouragement.

I walk the galleries of this calamity, tiptoeing along the shattered frames of my rationality into the darkened halls of chaos as I search for nirvana in this world of disarray.

[friday-night-vodka]

The spell is broken that hold over me.

Your love was false just a puppet on your strings.

I see the truth of you how cruel you can be.

So I’ll bind you to this amulet, your power will be broken and I will be free.

[friday-night-vodka]

Swirling pieces these broken thoughts calmly float throughout the banks of coherence washing upon its peaceful shores.

These fragments interrupt the nirvana of this place their chaotic nature an invading force. consuming, exterminating and strangling all in sight.

This once tranquil place, gone. It’s peaceful shores overrun forgotten in the chaos of this calamity.

I am the poison that consumes this place. I am the darkness that exterminates its light. I am the weed that snuffs out it peaceful life. Fear me; for I am the irrational mind.

-Stu (friday-night-vodka)

[friday-night-vodka]

The reaper awaits us all at our end

A rose as black as night in it’s out stretched hand

A simple gesture of love from a creature that only deals in death

No words are spoken, but the meaning is clear

Come, walk with me into the galleries of silence as we descend in to death

See their ruin as we walk to your conclusion

Bask in the silence that is inevitability

The one constant that is present throughout all of our lives

Come, walk with me into the galleries of death

See it’s ruin as we come to the final curtain

Bathe in it’s beauty as we reach your absolution.

-Stu (friday-night-vodka)

[friday-night-vodka]

The reaper awaits us all at our end

A rose as black as night in it’s out stretched hand

A simple gesture of love from a creature that only deals in death

No words are spoken, but the meaning is clear

Come, walk with me into the galleries of silence as we descend in to death

See their ruin as we walk to your conclusion

Bask in the silence that is inevitability

The one constant that is present throughout all of our lives

Come, walk with me into the galleries of death

See it’s ruin as we come to the final curtain

Bathe in it's beauty as we reach your absolution.

-Stu (friday-night-vodka)

[friday-night-vodka]

Swirling pieces these broken thoughts calmly float throughout the banks of coherence washing upon its peaceful shores.

These fragments interrupt the nirvana of this place their chaotic nature an invading force. consuming, exterminating and strangling all in sight.

This once tranquil place, gone. It's peaceful shores overrun forgotten in the chaos of this calamity.

I am the poison that consumes this place. I am the darkness that exterminates its light. I am the weed that snuffs out it peaceful life. Fear me; for I am the irrational mind.

-Stu (friday-night-vodka)

[friday-night-vodka]

text post meme: Gina Linetti

[friday-night-vodka]

The spell is broken that hold over me.

Your love was false just a puppet on your strings.

I see the truth of you how cruel you can be.

So I’ll bind you to this amulet, your power will be broken and I will be free.

[friday-night-vodka]

Incoherent, inconsistent irrational muffled whispers fill my head.

These dusty old demons wander inside my attic, failures mistakes and shortcomings their words of encouragement.

I walk the galleries of this calamity, tiptoeing along the shattered frames of my rationality into the darkened halls of chaos as I search for nirvana in this world of disarray.

[friday-night-vodka]

This life you have this moment now, is all that you’ve got so make it count.

Take to the road and wander far, experience it all and add to who you are.

Meet new people make new friends, love without boundary until the very end.

Don’t waste this time that you have now, Wander far and make it count. -Stu (friday-night-vodka)