content: Walking the Boneways The way of Bone is free and cold. It is away to live without the false lights of the veil beckoning you to doom. The path is lined within you. You must make yourself a you a you can love. This the path. They walk it true you must be without the snares that the world attaches to you.  To be Bone you must walk free of the filth and the rot that vile blood brains must wallow in. The cursed ones can not bear to be clean nor can they bear the light for they are contradictions abhorrent creatures who can only live in lies.  To be Bone is to rich and poor to for the riches of this world are the babbles of children and what is true and just is scorned by those who live in unholy embrace of flesh. To be Bone is to be unashamed of the living without toxics sins of this filthy world. It is to live with a soul.  To walk the Bone is to not be seen by Blood to live away from those little papers they use to trap you. Little chains of ink that nevertheless bind use to the world of blood. Bone is pure and shiny it has no use for the dishonest little tricks for Bone beyond such petty pride. The path Bone is the is it not not a parade. It is dark roads in the early morn. It being cold yet being warm because you are not alone for are with those whom you love.  How else can Bone fight blood. Their is forever to be seen. The bloodiest bloodbrains will see Bone yes but only briefly. Remember when you struggle to be Bone that stars smile as they shine down you.