The Meaning Of Life, The Universe And Everything.

Watched (Part I) As I sat and as I wrote I could feel the eyes of something Watching, waiting The feel of malice Boring deeply, clawing At my back And as I sat, as I wrote I tried to shake the bad feeling Watching, hating As streams of cold ice Ran down my spine, freezing At my back So I sat and slowly turned To find I was now mistaken Nothing, nowhere But still the cold stare Tearing now silently At my throat But I sat and slowly turned Back to my desk badly shaken Something, somewhere Staring I can't bear Reaching out quietly At my throat Now I quake, now I fear As it reaches out now for me Coldly, calmly Hair rises on me On my arms, on my head And my neck And I quake and I fear Something that I just can not see Slowly, calmly Something touches me Fingers touch face and head And my neck.

"There's one thing I found here. It's that god won't come down in a golden chariot and destroy our enemies with lightning bolts. So you may as well get up and watch your own back." Excerpt from "Last of a Kind", my first book.

"This is us, dark, uncaring. Or that's what it looks like. Reality? We're just another group, watching, waiting our time. You see, it's all good. Who cares. The time will come. Anarchy is all well and good, but pointless violence serves no one. Calculated thinking, now there's the ticket. Ideas from the darkest corner of the mind. No one can hide from those dark recesses of the mind. Not even presidents, popes, our very own leaders. And we're all at their mercy." Excerpt from "The Anarchy is Over", my second book.

Again, this is my own work, so please don't piss off with it. I thank you for your time and put faith in you. Please don't break it.