A group of men of varying statures
were tasked with finding hidden treasures.
Given to meandering off of their path,
the men took care to follow there map religiously.
In great red, inked in the center was a bold
X, marking the location of fantasy at the end.
They followed the instructions at every new juncture
because a task was set aside at each to complete.
Soon they were told to kill one another,
and strange alliances were formed and tasks carried out.
What started out as a kindly expedition
turned deadly in search of that end.
The last man blinded by the blood in his eye
stumbled upon the treasure spot to
find that it was never even there.
From poems, to short stories, from rants to reviews, from shit to polish, this is the un-edited thought flowing blog so drink up, and be semi-entertained.
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