When blue bleeds into black

Sometimes it is entirely fucking prudent to hack off the last limb of the filthy cocksuckers that have a hold of your dreams. They are a cowardly bunch--caught up in a twisted maze constructed of battered high school football helmets and the empty beer cans from bonfires of yore. They want nothing more than to pull you back into that tar pit of the past, for your bones to lie like the blocks to a Jenga game on those that did nothing before you. Where their minds make a wrong turn is in believing that they have something you want. Wrong. Though your paths may cross, though you may share interests, what should be remembered is that you two are entirely fucking different, that you are entirely you and your legs are heavy stone pillars. They will never move you. They will never pull you back into the muck…