I've been declining into a state of moral and social decadence, only to rise again, and to seethe again... Stepping through each day in a perpetual ebb and flow, I dance from the chaotic to the sublime... When I hit bottom I tend to submerge further into the mire.
Pulling myself from the muck I find myself hosing off the filth, glaring into the sun as the mud dries, and reflecting on whom I love... Beauty seems to be only a stone's throw away, beyond my grasp, but I run headlong for it still like a damnable fool.
I am your thief, your villain, your friend until death. I am your kind hearted bastard, laughing at you with every dastardly intention imaginable. I am your vanity, your grinning loser, your addict. Courageously, and not without malice...
... I am your forgotten Christ.
