Walking Practice

by Dolki Min

Is happiness merely a mirage? Is it a rainbow that disappears as suddenly as it appears? An unstable cloud that looks like it might shortly burst.

Without monsters, how would they withstand the unrelenting futility of their days?

You’ll all say that I don’t know what beat to follow, and if I’m crazy, I’m solidly crazy. But, dear reader, don’t you know it all too well? Know that if you aren’t crazy, at least once, there will come a time in your life when you simply cannot bear it. A time when it’s hard to tell exactly what trips your madness.

We are two interlocking circular saw blades.

For conscience quickly crumbles with repeated evil deeds.

Ugly people (although I’m not a person) deserve to d i e. Or at least cover their faces. People who are c o n f i d e n t i n s p i t e o f t h e i r u g l i n e s s are the ugliest.