2 Hours with a Gay Man, Part 5

Ch. 15: Please Silence All Falcons
I feel bad for Zeus, you know why? Cause he's the leader of a revolution that will never happened.

Rats Live on no evil star.

"How do you tell if someone's coming to the Great Wall of China just to have an orgy?" Cocky asked. "Probably cause you and like 45 other people show up in trench coats." Replied a man who was I. "Yeah, like those Trench Coats and they're wearing a... utility belt of dildos... I think I just invented something, but if I didn't, I'd be very shocked." Added Cocky. "Have you ever seen the Great Wall, though? It's Majestic, you can't help but have an orgy!" Fax chimed in. "Lets say a family is there, they're walking around looking at the wall and, BAM! There's an ORGY!"

The Great Wall is beautiful this time of year...

Ch. 14: I know you are, but what am I?
I'm crazy, there's no two ways about it. But like all dualities, the only way to find one extreme is inside of the other. If one was completely sane, completely at grips with reality all the time, then they would be driven insane by the monotony. The only way to remain truly sane is to be spontaneous, in a word, to be insane.

The sins of our fathers are Abhorred for the punishments we shall receive.

I am who I am because of who I was, and so shall I be because of what I am now. Some have say time is a fabric that weaves through all we will doing. I say its more like an ocean; we all will someday reach the end, some are just swimming, while others drive a speedboat.

Ch. 15: The Final Virtue.
Death is but the final realization of animation. The end of is no different from the beginning, yet we come to fear the end of anything more that any other part. The simple reason behind this is the end is the only part of anything we can truly see coming.

I've seen the end of this book coming from a long time ago, and this is why I've discarded the cryptic tenses I had previously adopted; time has finally caught up to me.

Yes, sadly this is the end. But that is to say, this is the end of the beginning. This book is not over, far from it, but the time has come for it to be ushered into a new state of being.

Remember, this is not truly the end, nor the beginning really. Just a melodramatic shift somewhere in the middle.

Day 1:
Till we meet again, which I know we will.
Iter Procedit"