RAFH

No, no, grasshopper, your Brains have failed Crom and he is unhappy with your Brains and requires they disembowel themselves repeatedly. Only by repeated disembowelment can your Brains find the integrity and fulfillment and joy your desire overflows with. Only by gnashing your bowels with your very crumbly teeth without word or thought can you truly be truly That Which Truly Is Truly What It Truly Is Truly Being, being simultaneously impotent and nonactual, uninitiate and inactive, the flawless Sign of every aspect it utters so seamless as to equally manifest detail and fullness, mother-fathering the Word. With this origin, yet another inevitable essence inevitably sprang forth, one which springingly illustrated the infinite illustration and profoundly attracted the Mother-Fatherer to its MILF — hence the supreme Spurt of Lust. Thence the reality of Father, Son, and Holy Spurt, which even in Its triune dynacism, ever and eternally non-existent, perfectly urinated in the One Nature and immutably soggy, such that the unfolded words are verily beneficial only for the fantasized mind, ordering up a struggle of the worst of the best undertaking of a Trivial, Ephemeral, and Lonely Gonad.

temeraire

You took the words right out of my mouth.

Chris Weimer

This isn't true mysticism -this is garbled bs! You want mysticism? Here's mysticism. And far more beautiful than the OP's wretched display:

You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen -- the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives -- I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, "Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves."
Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me.
And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, "He is a madman." I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks."
Thus I became a madman.
And I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.
But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief.

NZSkep

Ha! Crom gives man only life and will. Nothing else.

everettf

Your profile says your a writer. If this is an example, for your own good, don't quit your day job.

MysticTraveler

Love it or hate it, behold, the second chapter, in a new thread!

DancesWithCoffeeCups

Preaching isn't allowed here.

MysticTraveler

See my post titled "I Apologize" in the string entitled "Beautiful Story--2nd Paragraph."

Thanks...

Sarpedon

from ~Eog~

Naruto

Fixed.

(Though perhaps I should specify, I'm referring only to MysticTraveler's)