From the mouth of Him/ It.
He says, "This is where we've come."
That's all so far. Really. Success is measured in toothpicks, success is dollars saved.
Success is you not questioning all the things I've raved and when I spill a secret, you not mentioning the black.
I've seen, I've heard of all the cock I can hear about and see, the begging sex that's simply too much to satisfy... too much. This city is a box, so find the corners, see if you fill them, and if not, give up.
Give up Daniel Black. It's not yours to say.
It's is a drum line, a pulsing beat, a drunken female with an agenda - not yours.
That film we sat through made no sense in the end. It had some aesthetic appeal throughout but in the end, it was a seductive journey through nothing.
What did I learn.
I learned nothing.
I learned so much on my own though.
I learned to put a metal spike through a man's neck,
to get what I want, to get what we all want; sometimes,
in some extreme circumstance,
it is necessary.
So says "the way".
Nothing at all.
An exercise in
saying nothing at all.