THEEXITWOUND

GONNA MAKE THIS PLACE TO BE A PART OF US. AGAIN

jo

YOUR FAITH not mine IS GOING TO SAVE… THE WORLD… AND US

7 STORIES

fight the evil

rise above

get together

save a soul

fall

find the treasure

find a way

THEWHOLE

I’LLMEETYOUATTHEENDOFTHISFUCKINGBLACKWHOLE

i was never truly working. i was only getting prepared. for the work to be good.

YOUOWNWHATYOUGIVE

i shut out the war. remove the thousands of when distances meant… everything. remove everything but the scars. and the loots. i keep the loots of war. and give them back to those who will be next to fight the war that was never won. when you are to fight, you are to be awake. aware. i give you this. i give you warnings to get you through:

the decalogue of happiness: warning n˚ 7

if you’re complete it means you’re dead

the decalogue of happiness: warning n˚ 8

when you wish, is when it hurts

the decalogue of happiness: warning n˚ 6

if you are to fuck, you have to pay. before or after

the decalogue of happiness: warning n˚ 9

there are black days behind

the decalogue of happiness: warning n˚ 5

what they know about you, is what you’re about

the decalogue of happiness: warning n˚ 2

the things you do, you do for yourself

the decalogue of happiness: warning n˚10

if you miss all the warnings, you’re on your own

the decalogue of happiness: warning n˚1

the only wrong you can do, is to do nothing

the decalogue of happiness: warning n˚3

you did nothing wrong. what you’re doing is wrong. but then again, consider warning n˚ 1

the decalogue of happiness: warning n˚ 4

it’s not their’s wrong. it’s your’s

Let me tell you the story about the power of a story. I met this guy when he was 12 or something. ” I think and think and there are many thoughts fighting to get together into something…” the boy said. “Thoughts have power. Worlds could assemble…” I said. “I wrote this story”, the boy replied. And he gave me this:

The battle is over. The planet is torn and twisted. Like a sculptural ruin of rights versus wrongs.

Like a stain on a precious painting , the soldier is alive. Like a scar on the immaculate flag of eternal war, the soldier feels. He feels life. The victory of his treachery. The joy of his flesh…

…against everybody else’s flesh. The rightness of his alliance: reality. Alone. The sea of blood ahead. The mountains of thoughts behind. Chose. Chose life. In the desert of blood thoughts are life. Like mountains are secrets.