Prophecies

Remember that train I mentioned earlier? Now imagine that the train is running its course, slowly, steadily, then out of nowhere, BAM! It gets blindsighted by this massive entity of fear and rage.

Not really sure where I was going with that metaphor, actually.

In any case, things do not bode well for me and the builder of walls. The one who gallops like horse and gun foresees similarities to the lady of the ink tiger. What significance those similarities hold will soon make itself abundantly clear.

In other words I've been awake for the past 30 or so hours, shotgunned the last ten episodes of Battlestar Galactica's third season, and now I'm speaking in riddles. Oh, but some good came out of it, though. Cleaned the shit out of my room and ran my fat ass to Minami-senri Station where I parked my bike the other night. Oh, other night! You had so much promise, yet left me in so much ruin!

I've reached a new low in drunken shame. But at least there's nowhere to go from here but up.


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