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Monday, September 7, 2015

I'm a drunk, its the only time I can stand it all...

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually
drunk.
But on what?Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be
drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of
a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again,
drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave,
the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything
that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is
singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and
wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you:"It is time to be
drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be
continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."

Friday, September 4, 2015

The Bird Of Hermes - Ripley Scrolls

                                          The Bird of Hermes is my name 

                           Eating my wings to keep me tame

From broken bodies blood is shed
Soon to become ghouls undead
The Bird of Hermes shall come soon
Be it morning, evening, afternoon
The Bird of Hermes feeds on fright
Soon blood shall stain the wicked night
The Bird of Hermes will devour
His enemies in the midnight hour
The Bird of Hermes is my name
Eating my wings to keep me tame
The night shall soon be stained with red
Your army lies bleeding and dead
Their bodies shall rise soon
And join The Bird’s dark platoon
You shall learn to live in night
Obeying ghouls made to fight
The blood shall be a ghastly shower
The Bird’s enemies shall run and cower
The Bird of Hermes is my name
Eating my wings to keep me tame
This means war...