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Yagunagan Kidou

Before your mind's eye besmirches my free verse universe of secretive symbolism,

know that Yagunagan is of many things and nothing at all.

Much like the legend of Xanadu,

the connection of every intelligence on the planet via electricity

the Internet is a stepping stone of mutually assured destruction

to mortals that wish to know the secrets of life and death.

As the stranger is meet by the wind,

the ghostly theatre reveals its anti-soul mysteries

and hurls the house of sacred remains into the void,

for decency is dead.

The stalker now has his Babylon.

Anyone can access S+ government grade international information

by complete fault.

All the human's omniverse creation comprises

black blood promises of instant currency and pop up pornography.

How sad... our elemental tacticians are nothing but money driven perverts.

Humans are the only creatures that can willingly destroy its own brain.

If only we had evolved from monkeys, then it might be easier to explain.

Oh wait... we did.

Unless you're a Flan-didly-anders Christian, then we evolved from apple-eating nudists.

But I digress to my lament of innocence.

I have a question for everyone.

Do you think I am smart? Smarter than average? Smarter than you?

I'm not.

The only reason I'm as smart as I am today is because I cheated.

I wouldn't suggest cheating to anyone.

I willingly cloistered myself into dark seclusion and drove myself mad

with my own thoughts.

It seemed like an eternity of suffering and torture,

but my lust for knowledge pushed me onward.

I almost broke my fingernails off in my scalp trying to rip my head open

to stop the thoughts, for when you're crazy, you hear many voices.

It tends to annoy me.

It would be much like a baby being born by it ripping open its mother's

guts from the outside, freeing itself from freedom itself.

I had passed out, and when it was all over, I woke up

in the hospital with bloodstained bandages and the delusion that I was all-knowing.

I lived every day out this way for a year accompanied with mind altering medications,

psychiatric assistance and nothing to read but my 2,300 page dictionary.

I never tell anyone this.

I guess you could say, the real me is hiding behind an insane cloak of genius.

But you should earn your brain.

So, I want everyone to leave life smarter than me.

Write. Write like you mean it. Write like you've never written before.

And when you finish, I'll want to read it.

I confess to enjoying a good read from time to time.

Goodbye.