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I emerged at birth from a tomb. Decored in blood, and skeletons, with a thin amount of skin, all sexually transmitted. My forest covered in leaves, snakes, owls and wolves who adopted me as their child and cared for me. I emerged from the forest of a world in need of a new savior. I walked to the closest town and was mistaken for a god by a bagger lying in a gutter, but he loved life, with the finest of whiskey in one hand, he told me to "fuck off," and spat at my feet. From degradation I wept, walking for miles on end in bare feet in search of some sort of safety. Maybe that moment at birth when I came out of the tomb. I wanted a blanket, I wanted the wolves back, I wanted owls, i wanted a bagger to tell me of his love for me. I wanted to be mistaken for that god. Of the world the only good was love, the only evil selfishness. I was afraid I would never find that spirituality of love. I fell asleep amongst a womb. Never waking up, and i dreamt at first of all this life of all those hearts and minds, all expanding in a whirlwind of love. I dreamt that all the other lives up to the moment they saw this young boys face was one big shit brick. I dreamt of all the harsh words, I felt so much pain, I wept for miles on end but at this moment an owl was carrying me away. All the wolves and all the wild stallions following. I asked the owl "where on earth can we escape all this? Give me a remote corner. One without a god. One in need of being at one with the world. Just give me anywhere but here." That night i dreamt. Never again was I to wake up, I found my place in that sleep, I found myself there in that emotionless world where nothing was physical and all was inanimate. I lost myself that day. And for all those nights. I was no arrowhead. I had found my way.

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