In Preperation Of Mega Horns

I have a heart, the heart of a woollen fish but the head of granite. A lion's head, stubborn in habits and brave on paper. On paper. The sharp edges of reality are often sharp and cold to touch. But isn't it the way? As I am wheeled in on a portable electric chair, yelling all things DEATH that I should shirk with fever and cower should the unimaginable become REAL.
Many if not all are true of this and with the advent of the internet it has become even more evident. We can rage and seethe, whine and yell our bravado all we like to our faceless audience but it is all a sham. A logo-less flag flapping in a empty gale.
This is essentially the face of the internet. Blank hooligans rattling at cyber bars while trees grow stronger outside. And taller. We have discovered a wonderful tool but need to grip the power to its full extent. We will too in time just as we learned to control fire but in the meantime we shall have to put up with the SCREAMERS pouring their self-loving superiority into the webs endless vaults. I just wish they'd add some humour to the pomp. People always take others that bit more seriously if their SPOUTING contains a dash of comedy because it makes you feel more down to earth. And of course not so hostile. Nobody who is true to themselves (and beliefs) want that.