Eff's Rambles (Archive)

12/05/2004

Confessional

There's something enticing about violence. Something perversely lovely about it. Not for its sake is it so, but for what it may represent. For me, I can think of nothing so honest an expression of love as the willingness to act as an animal and bring down all enemies in the name of one whom you find so lovely; so necessary. The violence matches your passion. All dying if must be. That is loyalty to a faulting degree, and therefor the most sincere. So the ugly become beautiful by their act to destroy and create more of it to protect the beautiful. And their selfs wither by their acts as the attractive look on with appreciation or horror. But it matters little, for they are alive, and that is all the beasts could ask of them.

1 Comments:

  • oh yum. what a treat. you posted this content on my birthday!

    i think more need to read this. yes, im going to post this on my blog, and ner ner ner, you won't be able to comment!

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 8/17/2005 01:59:00 AM  

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