Hey Friends,
How are ya?
Here is a little Stream-of-Consciousness and terrible art to hold you over til we move into our new house & get settled.
Fair Trigger Spoiler Alert Warning: Once we settle in, I have some more serious topics to delve into here. Just you wait. It'll be good to bust our brains a little bit.
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Yesterday I remembered who I was--(me). Yesterday I found myself in the exact spot I left myself over a year ago--(in my head). Yesterday I felt the way I did when I was me--(happy). Yesterday I could savor all my memories as if they were still mine--(thanks). Yesterday I could see a future with me in it--(wow). Yesterday I could process my regrets without crashing--(software update?) Yesterday was now and it was all I needed--(enough). 10-2-15
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| Bad Halloween art. Haunted House |
I read the flags' crimson, scarlet fevers. He told us exactly where he was headed. He led us to the minefield like our minds' canary-colored welcome wagon. His tail not tucked between his legs, but bobbed for fighting. And winning. I growl at this momma's boy, but never enter his cage. I'd rather die of mange, me and my fleas against the world, than see if I can force change with tooth and brute command. My tail hangs low, a tired limb, atrophied and unfriendly. But my gait still strong, my jowls still curling with hope. !0-5-15
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I'm always told 'Don't gaze into the abyss' And I always want to say 'But I live in the abyss.' It's hard to gaze elsewhere unless I crane my neck to the sky. And often I do. The sky is the great angled mirror that lets me know who's come to call. Who's ready to pay and who's just looking. The abyss and the sky are partners in crime, but I see how revered is the one and feared is the other. I've put the lotion in the basket and earned my salvation, but back into the abyss I fall again. It is home over and over. It is the spider web photoshopped to look like sleep. But remember how the sky was all dark matter until we came down to see it from below? You garden variety trolls can't move your stiff anatomy between elements like a storm, like a worm, like me. 10-6-15
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TRIGGER WARNING: I have my finger on your little metal clit and with those two small but powerful parts we could own the world. We can get those pigs to baa-aah like sheep and fly in every direction. We could seize the hippocampus of the entire campus. We could make the tallest power couple fall to the floor. My finger, your clit--what do you say? Thelma & Louise? 10-9-15
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| Bad halloween art. Zombie. |
Okay, loved ones. I'll talk to you from my next destination.
I remember the Abyss. You said you live in the Abyss. I stand at it’s edge gassing into it’s event horizon hoping to catch a glimpse of the future, the past, what will be what could have been. Always you were staring back from the other side only a glimpse away. If I’d known I would have said words, but I only gave you silence.
ReplyDeleteOn Trolls -
Poor pitiless privilege few who do not understand love because they breath hate. A twisted mind twisted by lack of compassion and an abundance of greed born from an entitlement un warranted by deed or station. You have found your crucible in your dark basements of glowing screens and hateful rants. It is not dark allies that you make us fear but provoking post bullying blogs. I restrain my rage with pity for you domed by darwin to be know more when your time is done for you will always be alone, in the dark.
I hope you enjoy my little stream-of-conciesnes too.