20 April 2012
When the first bombs fell, I was nowhere to be seen. I had already come clean, two weeks before, on the end of a rope in the old general store.
I spent the months before my own end harking my vision of everyone else's - my own perception. Until you all had me sectioned.
I admit I was a little crazy, no threads in my screws. To me the days were borderline hazy, the visions I had I did not choose.
My home made sandwich-board, scrawled with cliche "The End Of The World Is Near - en garde! touché?"
So the streets I did pace, with my message so clear, nobody listened, now it's cost us all dear - for you can see the end of the world from here.
Crackpot Ghost • Opuss № I