The Answer
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Due to popular demand, The Answer has decided to expand his sphere of influence on different forums here at the zone to give insight into his complex thought processes....The Answer has been quite busy in the main football forum owning lesser posters with an onslaught of raw football knowledge and will be bringing you different poems/prose and philosophical writings from now on. This will be the first in a series of many..... Enjoy and feel free to comment.....
"punching at the darkness. you can fight it. but you'll never win.
if there's a reason to my madness, it's still evolving. a thousand years from now, i'll know by then, what i'm trying to achieve.
a thousand more after that and its quest for fire will be complete.
kneading heartbeats. they spin like clay on a pottery wheel. dig your fingers into the soft solids and see what takes shape.
we're all spinning round. with our hands in the goo. watching the vase rise so tall, shakey and beautiful. right before it loses its grip on itself and pukes all over you.
lonelinesss rings your bell like some stranger peddling salvation. pamphlets in hand. saturday morning. there on your doorstep waiting. for you to answer the chime. house to house. sinner to sinner. but it's still night. and i don't need to be saved. maybe rescued. but i'm not sure.
can anyone actually save themselves. when they're drowning. when they're suffocating. can it actually be done."
~The Answer
"punching at the darkness. you can fight it. but you'll never win.
if there's a reason to my madness, it's still evolving. a thousand years from now, i'll know by then, what i'm trying to achieve.
a thousand more after that and its quest for fire will be complete.
kneading heartbeats. they spin like clay on a pottery wheel. dig your fingers into the soft solids and see what takes shape.
we're all spinning round. with our hands in the goo. watching the vase rise so tall, shakey and beautiful. right before it loses its grip on itself and pukes all over you.
lonelinesss rings your bell like some stranger peddling salvation. pamphlets in hand. saturday morning. there on your doorstep waiting. for you to answer the chime. house to house. sinner to sinner. but it's still night. and i don't need to be saved. maybe rescued. but i'm not sure.
can anyone actually save themselves. when they're drowning. when they're suffocating. can it actually be done."
~The Answer
