Stories End
Every story that begins has to end. Even if it isn't a good or proper ending, it still gets terminated, the words stop going or the back cover shows up. Some stories are so great, we get attatched to them and secretly hope they'll never end, just go on and on unfolding new and exciting secrets along the way. Those are the stories that are our own... the ones that we identify with, cry and laugh for. Tales that we fall in love with and want to keep close, rereading over and over, memorizing every delicious line.
Some stories haunt us, leaving ghosts to wander through our minds, faces in mirrors that are not our own... and we rememeber these shades as old friends, lovers, husbands and wives that have been lost along the way, loves that could never be, though their burning touch lingers on. My shelves are lined with these chronicles, little containers for hearts, hands, fingers & lips, cocks and breasts, dirty deeds, tortured beings, great escapes and unresolved longings. Gaze inside the pages and you would see abandoned children and wives, rejected teenagers, blood hunters and dragon slayers... rape, war, bombs and hunger; it's all here, neatly packaged and open for viewing, if anyone wanted to look.
My own legend unfolds like a wave; tides pushed by the moons pull. The characters move through me, in me, using me as a vessel to realization. Absolution escapes in teardrops and sweat, running away to the ocean as a river of emotion. I am witness to it all; every look, breath, touch and taste... the choices, consequences, mysteries and treasures are born within me and spew forth from my hard-on to create life and start the adventure anew.
Stories have to end. Preserved as they may be in there private, safe packages. Storytellers go on and keep coming... the spectators with voices who breath life and bleed buckets into the adventures that are waiting at the top of the dark tower. Open the door, step inside, bring your fear, lust and bravery. Leave your seed, your orgasm, your ultimate shining moment and be careful of the lightening on your way out.
Some stories haunt us, leaving ghosts to wander through our minds, faces in mirrors that are not our own... and we rememeber these shades as old friends, lovers, husbands and wives that have been lost along the way, loves that could never be, though their burning touch lingers on. My shelves are lined with these chronicles, little containers for hearts, hands, fingers & lips, cocks and breasts, dirty deeds, tortured beings, great escapes and unresolved longings. Gaze inside the pages and you would see abandoned children and wives, rejected teenagers, blood hunters and dragon slayers... rape, war, bombs and hunger; it's all here, neatly packaged and open for viewing, if anyone wanted to look.
My own legend unfolds like a wave; tides pushed by the moons pull. The characters move through me, in me, using me as a vessel to realization. Absolution escapes in teardrops and sweat, running away to the ocean as a river of emotion. I am witness to it all; every look, breath, touch and taste... the choices, consequences, mysteries and treasures are born within me and spew forth from my hard-on to create life and start the adventure anew.
Stories have to end. Preserved as they may be in there private, safe packages. Storytellers go on and keep coming... the spectators with voices who breath life and bleed buckets into the adventures that are waiting at the top of the dark tower. Open the door, step inside, bring your fear, lust and bravery. Leave your seed, your orgasm, your ultimate shining moment and be careful of the lightening on your way out.
posted by clothosfate at 11:08 AM
2 Comments:
I LOVED the neverending story... its one of my all time favorites! But honestly... IT ENDED.
Physically yes, it ended.
Mentally, no. Should you continue to consider it a favorite, and should it come to mind once and again, it will never truly come to an end.
The only books that ever end are those that lay in a cover of dust - reading unfinished - as they have failed to inspire the imagination.
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