Abyssal Undulations

It can be seen, sometimes, just at the edge of vision.

That subtle shudder in the fabric of reality.
Undulating coils pushing at the membrane.
Writhing amidst a susurration of grasping things.
The quickest of glimpses into the underpinnings of the waking world.
A cyclopean mass, corpse white, seething with the madness of aeons.
Insinuating itself into the crevices of rationality.
Corrupting with its tenebrous touch.
A sickly sweet miasma of unspeakable things.
The walls are wearing thin.
The crescendo is building.
Sanity wanes, swept asunder by the laughter of dark gods.
Caught in the undertow of the void: those tractless gulfs between the stars.


It is there, at the edge of sight, betwixt the waking and dream.

And it hungers.

Thoughts and Musings from a Deranged Mind

A nation divided in its priorities.

A Congress divided in its parties.

A Supreme Court that views the Constitution as a convenience to be discarded when the situation warrants.

A smear campaign used as an obfuscation of the truth: a distraction.

A government that argues, not about the direction it's headed, but about the mode of transportation used to arrive at the inevitable destination.

A population that willingly hands the system its freedom of rational thought for freedom to not think for itself.

A population that willingly swallows a razor blade, candy coated in altruism and fair shares.

A fanatical religion taking over regions for the will of an imaginary figment.

A continent of countries on the verge of collapse due to the same methods being forced upon us.

These are the truths I cannot help but observe.

And I am afraid.

I am afraid that the inefficient policies of the last 8 years will only become more inefficient.

I am afraid we will continue to allow our individual freedoms to be eroded.

I am afraid that we have become too complacent.

I am afraid we're going to continue to play with our broken economy, smashing it against the rocks, dragging it through the dirt, bemoaning its condition, but blaming everyone else for its state of disrepair.

I am afraid of what kind of world my sons will grow up to witness: global chaos.

So I pray.

I pray with every particle of my soul to whatever will listen: god, gravity, Cthulhu, Carl Sagan, that we can change the course.

That we can step back from the precipice.

That the current administration can really do something good.

That the individual will matter again.

I want to be wrong.

I want my fears to be unfounded.

I want to be called a loon. For everyone to scream "I told you so!" We knew it would be ok!"

Or am I just a solipsistic madman rationalizing the voices in my crowded skull, arguing against my collective consciousness from within the padded cell that is the reality I've created?

Man, I hope I'm wrong.