Relatively early on this journey through life, I found myself in a darkened wood uncertain of my path, and thus was really fucking lost. The following is a visual and written account of the journey. Unfortunately, I am neither artist nor poet. Tersa rima this is not, and it makes my little parody a far cry from Dante Aligheri's 'The Divine Comedy'. The images are by Gustave Dore and the explanations will all be in English in tersa blog, if you will. Should you be inclined to read the traditional version, go with Sinclair's. That whore Mendelbaum can take his "I felt then a fiery urging" and blow it out his ass. Moving on with our little story, I was lost in the woods of life.
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