Mood For the Day

Today's Mood on Tue, 30 Sep 1997

The people seemed like a party of demons, their junk-sick maws slavering for oblivion. They choose their hell as ecstacy, tortured bodies retracing the familiar steps toward the false promise of release.

All different varieties of demon are present: from those gyrating like electrocuted lampreys right down to those whose sole delight is to exchange derision and ostracism.

These pentagrams of pleasure are oft visited by even the idle; those with too much time and not enough creativity congregate to seek material in a constantly futile quest to appease their incessant ennui.

He watched the demons play far into the night, and shivered as he left. He went home to the quiet screams of tortured desperation in the light of the new dawn. Soon the farce would be ended and the revels would began in honesty.

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