It is large and horrific and overpowering. It festers and eats away at healthy tissue, devouring all that crosses it's path. Jazz is a plague that spreads without care, remorse, or boundary. It infects and refuses to subside. There is no medicine, there is no cure. It lives off of strife, it breaths off of attempts to bury, it thrives in attempts to cure it, it prospers off attempts to kill it. It will grow bigger and stronger until all organisms are suffocated and are converted or die out. Armies falter, brainmatter congeals, and empires succumb. Jazz is an infection. It inflames and contorts. It can lie dormant for years and strike with vicious anger or vast subtlety. No one is safe from it's all encompassing arms, fists, and thighs.

 

Jazz is incendiary, a violent reactionary. The type of intangible item all mothers fear, and all brave men chase. A type of force that trembles tsunamis, and halts earthquakes. A type of power that can be unmatched in this dimension. Jazz is antagonist, a volatile debater. A mongrel, with iron jaws and superfluous maw. There is no escape from its grasp range. No rock to hide under, no planet forbidden. Jazz is dangerous. It corrupts and assimilates like a cannon or wild boar. Ambushing the young, innocent, and unassuming. It rips apart and assumes command. It's spirit, a mighty spear.

 

And I love it. I can not escape its pull. It has enchanted me like a sorcerous, pulling me deeper with every minute. At times I try to escape.  At times I try to love other things. At times I succeed, but am always pulled back towards the black deity of the burnt hand of the overpowering colossus. It makes me lie in a field and causes me a violent convulsion until I worship it again. Praying that it will never leave me, for the chasm it will create will tear my brain from my skull, and suffocate my heart. It will  empty my bowels without pause and summon contractions so ungeometric that Lovecraft himself would cease to believe the possibilities. It will bathe me in dystrophies beyond comprehension and force me to eat my own flesh until the dawn flattens the earth. My truest love, my deepest happiness. Jazz, the master of my body and soul.

I was just  thinking of opening a thread called 'Jazz is a cure'  

 

Needless to say, my initial post was meant to be a positive thing.