~*Narcissism*~
She who excesses in herself is the Devil's favorite whore.
Proud Antlers are they that hone easily,
apt to adapt and adorn in Wanton ornaments.
They're not easily noticed,
neither in the Forest nor in the Fog of War,
but they're ever-present where ambitions peak and are adored
(and much ignored where they're adored) ...The Devil's Horns!
Saw them off with a gentle stroke and you will know
which are his and which are yours;
panic, and you may sever your own,
leaving your crown vulnerable. Then,
His goading Goat can charge you into cowardly submission.
Humble-Fortitude is Key to Self-Awareness,
as Self-Awareness is Key to Self-Confidence--the Twin Brother of Courage.
~*sVento the Henpeck-Hobo*~
~Prose*of*Purg~
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Here's a nice daily dose of H.A.G.
Current mood: curious
H.A.G. -- Hades' Ancient Greek: the Tongue of Has-Beens and Never-Weres (Nooks and Purgs). In a bi-polar world, Tomorrow being our permanent address and Yesterday being not only our permanent compass, but our personal Sender as well, is it safe to assume that those in the Present are merely Hobos? Yes, it is safe--if not crucial--to assume that. So what can all the Hobos in the Present learn from this? They can learn that in a bi-polar world, theirs is not a choice, but an ultimatum: They can either *Return to Sender* or they can ~Forward Mail to New Recipient~. The path they choose in this ultimatum defines what they are. If they *Return to Sender* they are Has-Beens who need a Nook from reality. If they ~Forward Mail to New Recipient~ they are Purgs, and their Nook is in the Future.
Hobos and greed; they are old partners, parted by pardon and pun, in Hades' Ancient Greek. Perception plays this part in the Nook of Nikembus, and Mortal Premainders alike. For in both, Man is but a mere bi-ped without feathers, yet he still dreams of flight.
*Bit of a shock, eh?*
Conflict, son of All
Conscience, son of Abel
Ambition, son of Cain
Moderation, son of Abel
Excess, son of Cain
Resolve, son of Seth
In true Resolve, tact and fact are intact, and they multiply themselves into many divisions that break down equally to leave but One single remainder: Perception
*The P-Word*
Welcome to the Premainders, Nook!
The only "real" reality is the one that exists in your mind.
If yours is an existance of Devil's-echoes in a cave of Wanton despair, do society a favor and end it! You have THAT power, at least...but don't patronize the rest of us with your self-loving mask of smug humor, little Nook! We all know that you don't REALLY want to kill yourself, and don't try to write it off as a humble man's positive outlook either! What you are saying is not funny at all!
*Sarcasm*
represents the cowardice of humor, the flatterer of fear, the flaccid horn of all self-loathing Capricorns, and is, intact in fact, The Nook of impotent Wit.
*Resolve*
Hobos and Greed: when the two become One, they flock together like Moths to a Primrose. One might say it is artificial light by which they unite, but those who Love excesses know better. It is love.
*Amygdala the Tramp*
*Book of Nook*
