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'THE JAWS THAT BITE, THE CLAWS THAT CATCH...'
beware not the Jaberwock, my son.
Do not seek the abominations that lurk in the remaining ageless woods. The tangled vines that consume the mostly empty buildings. The dirt paths and trails carved out since the first sapling will not lead you into the musky caves where it lives: the dark, wet vein of the Earth. That place without an once of softness. without an once of comfort.
Search only inward my son.
With the slow decay of time and the agony of pubescence, you will find that ghoulish, glowing luminescence. That light too bright, too searing to stare long at.
Here, lose yourself.
Leave yourself.
There is no Jabberwock, my son.
beware not the Jaberwock, my son.
Do not seek the abominations that lurk in the remaining ageless woods. The tangled vines that consume the mostly empty buildings. The dirt paths and trails carved out since the first sapling will not lead you into the musky caves where it lives: the dark, wet vein of the Earth. That place without an once of softness. without an once of comfort.
Search only inward my son.
With the slow decay of time and the agony of pubescence, you will find that ghoulish, glowing luminescence. That light too bright, too searing to stare long at.
Here, lose yourself.
Leave yourself.
There is no Jabberwock, my son.
Hesher
Van Nuys, CA
August 2010
JUN 10, 2011 01:10 PM
Awesome!
JUN 10, 2011 01:47 PM
JUN 11, 2011 11:45 AM
JUN 11, 2011 12:26 PM
Lewis Carrol? ...this reminds me of the time when Eduardo tells Mark Zuckerberg the email address for his Final Club in Social Network. 
- R
