Reluctant Predator – Voices tell him what to do

“When you are being hunted,
set your mind as the predator.”
Toba Beta,
My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
 
Vincent Fantauzzo

“Man, why did you do that? I didn’t do a goddamn thing to you!”


Here come the voices telling me what to do to him.

“Look, I don’t want any problems, I just want to be left alone.”

Eviscerate him! Look in his eyes as his entrails spill on his shoes.

“Hahahaha, nice joke man. Thanks for embarrassing me.”

No, no. That would be to quick and messy. DNA you know, gotta be careful.

“I’m leaving, please don’t follow me, please stop yelling at me”

Wait until he is drunk, then, burn him. Listen to his screams, pleasant music, a lullaby of revenge

“Why is it every time I see you, you put me down and make yourself look good at my expense?”

I’ll tie you up and feed you with parts of your own body you fucking asshole.

“Yeah, I’ll forgive you, again. It’s OK, I know your hurting too and you didn’t mean it.”

Motherfucker, I never forget! I store up the hate in me, a funeral pyre of for your death.


You never know what someone is thinking when you push their buttons. Be careful, there are predators among us, some reluctant, but vicious in their intent. Every man has his breaking point, just remember people are not what you see…the scariest part is what you don’t see. See you on the other side. Peace.

Reluctant Predator – Voices tell him what to do

“When you are being hunted,
set your mind as the predator.”
Toba Beta,
My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
 
Vincent Fantauzzo

“Man, why did you do that? I didn’t do a goddamn thing to you!”


Here come the voices telling me what to do to him.

“Look, I don’t want any problems, I just want to be left alone.”

Eviscerate him! Look in his eyes as his entrails spill on his shoes.

“Hahahaha, nice joke man. Thanks for embarrassing me.”

No, no. That would be to quick and messy. DNA you know, gotta be careful.

“I’m leaving, please don’t follow me, please stop yelling at me”

Wait until he is drunk, then, burn him. Listen to his screams, pleasant music, a lullaby of revenge

“Why is it every time I see you, you put me down and make yourself look good at my expense?”

I’ll tie you up and feed you with parts of your own body you fucking asshole.

“Yeah, I’ll forgive you, again. It’s OK, I know your hurting too and you didn’t mean it.”

Motherfucker, I never forget! I store up the hate in me, a funeral pyre of for your death.


You never know what someone is thinking when you push their buttons. Be careful, there are predators among us, some reluctant, but vicious in their intent. Every man has his breaking point, just remember people are not what you see…the scariest part is what you don’t see. See you on the other side. Peace.

And So It Begins – an end to pain

“A fool’s paradise is a wise man’s hell.”
Thomas Fuller 

 
 And so it begins, my journey through hell

Change in my life, at the tolling of death’s bell
Pick up the pieces, never yielding the spell
Still I press on, advance, though it’s just as well
It will soon end, my journey through hell

An Essay of Change – Great change comes from within

In the death of a moment, there lies the birth of tomorrow
I give way this time, but in the end, no sorrow.

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I have to clear the way for a change to take place. I have to shove off from shore, from the expected, the habitual. Push myself into the storm were I will see what I am, and better yet, become a new thing. How will I know of what I am capable of unless Im pushed to the outermost limits of my understanding and endurance, physically, mentally, and emotionally? I must embrace the cataclysm of my existence. Great man are great by passing through the vice-like press of doubt, fear, loneliness, and tragedy. Through being broken, I can be made whole, maxing out my potential. 
     
I have no way to explain that who I am now, is no where near who I was a year ago. Remnants, yes, perhaps. It is a strange knowing, a responsibility, to be made whole after so long. No more blame for the past, no more excuses. I am tethered up so high on the crux of the rock, that even if I fall from here, I will never be as far down as I was earlier in my life. Now, I set my sights ever higher. To the next summit, the next storm, I will press on.


An Essay of Change – Great change comes from within

In the death of a moment, there lies the birth of tomorrow
I give way this time, but in the end, no sorrow.

crestock

    
I have to clear the way for a change to take place. I have to shove off from shore, from the expected, the habitual. Push myself into the storm were I will see what I am, and better yet, become a new thing. How will I know of what I am capable of unless Im pushed to the outermost limits of my understanding and endurance, physically, mentally, and emotionally? I must embrace the cataclysm of my existence. Great man are great by passing through the vice-like press of doubt, fear, loneliness, and tragedy. Through being broken, I can be made whole, maxing out my potential. 
     
I have no way to explain that who I am now, is no where near who I was a year ago. Remnants, yes, perhaps. It is a strange knowing, a responsibility, to be made whole after so long. No more blame for the past, no more excuses. I am tethered up so high on the crux of the rock, that even if I fall from here, I will never be as far down as I was earlier in my life. Now, I set my sights ever higher. To the next summit, the next storm, I will press on.