Desculputruisityies: the knowing of ones structure in all forms

Soulfisciousness: the working of ones soul against them

The Structure: only known by the source….

Only by the chance of the first sightings of hound dogs can I believe what I am seeing, only the prophets of life and happiness can imagine the things that I see, what I look at what I hear, the voices in my brain that crazily tell me lies and things that make me gibberish out. The greenish fields of purple life flow through my body and my blood as I frolic, only to be disturbed once again by the voices in the thyme and grieving. Jumping in the cars as they pass me, each one different in their own ways trying to figure out what it is that makes them live and believe to believe that there is not just an end just another life that belongs in their mind. To paint a Picture of their lives and figure out why they are who they are. They jump in the  arms of the dead people who live under me and walk on the arms as my skin melts to belonging to their mouths and their teeth dig in to my flesh as I try to escape from this grasp, but only to be surprised by this monster as his grasses find his way to my life, he creeps out of my ears and my noses and he looks in my eyes as I am unconsciously living and tells me that my death will be only of that which I believe it to be the death that I will find out and the death that will change my belongings to whom I live to struggle to give in.

The flesh belongs to me, lying on the floor, the blood dripping through the boards of the floor, washing the redness away with the tears of the kitchen sink, the lives of those who are dead on the basement floor as they are covered by blood and the fluids from me, as I lay there on the cold wooden floor. Lifeless with only a breath left of soul that will soon be exterminated… my limbs are cut off by the evil that tears the loved ones apart, he takes my insides and puts them around his fingers and pulls them as he watches my lifeless body squirm on the floor and the oozing fluids squirt. My life will change thoes who only want it to be changed.

The structure pears across the lake and the ocean at me as I lay there in this death bed waiting to scoop me up and take me to build his life up and take the ones who only just wanted to be apart of the structure that the life wants to build. What will only be lived up by the elephants of the earth, the core takes it easy as the women and children fall to their death, they live fast and bleed slow, the water takes their bodies and washed them down to their only bones that curl up in this mineral pool, the waves take my place as I trace my index finger through the see through closed breath that is taken by the dead…

Button your life for the lives of evil are lurking around us waiting for their chance to bring pain and lifeless pain upon us. Evil is just around the corner…

A story by Joshua Cody Vetter,

Title: Sitting by the fire – delusions forming under blue light – Extremity II