At The Cusp of Dismissive Demise

With the pride and poise of a young girl winning a spelling bee this was all built. Sometimes when I am drunk, pacing the halls of the my past labors I revel in how glamorous it all looks now. Now glamorous even in its unfinished state. Sweat, blood and labor. Wish I could build a life on that. Instead of lying, misdirecting and very much soul-selling. Oh the hilarity of paradox. But when I look back at the roster. I don’t feel too bad. Players come and players go. So this is the ground for now. Grounded more so then before. There are hinterlands and distant lands yet to come. Soon enough my wild loves. Living unfettered as I stay caged. Cannot wait for the day. I have said it before and I will say it again. The only way to treat the present situation is like a bank robbery. Get in. Take what you need. Get out. Don’t get caught.