Probably Ugly. Or unnecessary at least.

At some point, there comes a point at which no more points exist.
At least from your point of view.
The Horizon. The x-axis.
No perpendicular y-axis pertruding.
No parabolas.
No elipses.
No points to graph.
It’s not even a graph at all.
Just a line.
Beyond which, no more points exist.
At least from your point of view.
Why does this bring me peace…
to look beyond this beige shore and see nothing
But water.
This colorless, shapeless, formless substance, from my point of view ,seems obviously blue and is clearly shaped off by a line so straight that its creator HAD to have traced it.
Maybe from something that at some point was beyond the point at which beyond that point no more points exist.
How would it have been to have been here when that thing was there?
To be able to visibly see something…
Beyond the Horizon.
I think it would have been quite distasteful.

Strike The Shepherd and The Sheep Will Scatter

They say if you strike the shepherd then the sheep will scatter

So if there’s a man igniting chatter in men that you believe will eventually impede on what you think matters, then don’t think. Just reach for the nearest ar-15, aim for his head and splatter

There was no other answer

His talk of liberty and justice was simply an injustice to your villainy. He was criminally hindering your ability to function.

He deserved a gut-busting, blood-gushing, butt-flushing, and any other synonym or simile hinting towards the adrenaline rushing feeling of that man DYING.

WHY would he try to imply that your enslaved chattel had more than brains of batter? He must be maimed and shattered He was insane to flatter with passionate flames and banners giving these nameless dames names that gave them some type of intrinsic fame that tamed their cattle-like manner and made them ACTUALLY THINK THEY MATTERED!?!?!?

HELLL NAAHHH!!!

So you STRUCK the SHEPHERD and now the sheep will SCATTER!!

Kill their leader. Shit they did it to Jesus, left the disciples in undisciplined pieces, Checkmated the Martin Luther Kingers X’d out the Malcolm X vets they were vexed and perplexed when you executively hexed all that they believed in.

It’s simple Math

Subtract the main man and thereby divide any equality that remained or could stand.

But what about multiplication?

What if beneath the the bloody brain of the leader that lays there in solitude were microscopic molecules that then began to prostitute and pop into the brains of his widowed followers as if they were propelled by some type of perpetual fossil fuels and now the shepherds death should be your greatest regret because all of the sheep are thinking, “PROSECUTE! PROSECUTE! PROSECUTE!”

You thought if you removed that piece of foundation track that they’d Jenga collapse and remain in the trap and refrain from the cocaine and the crack made of facts that once gave them everything they lack. But you forgot about RELAPSE! RELAPSE! RELAPSE!

Strike the Shepherd…

And yes..

The sheep will flee to the wilderness.

But when they return THEY WILL KILL YOU BITCH!!!