a lullabyit almost hurts to remember when the bad men in their grey coats came & took me in the night/a lullaby
they held my eyes open with spokes & plastic wrap- stripped & wheeled down the dingy screaming paint-peeled halls/ to that little room near the end on the left/ the one with the fire-browned marshmellow sides & 11 ft. ceiling (little fan register whirring away) hovering above the rectangle bed they roughly lay me down upon as they played for me the hypo berceuse/ drowning out the wandering veins- or rather rushing through them while i was hast
stay seastay sea
& as the boughs parted that day, to allow my eyes a better view of the haze i knew the grey was me & the water was you/
but you cant
quench a thirst on ink, my dear- oh, of you i longed for (a drink)
when one is marooned on a desolate rock he tends to become an island himself; lapping up the sea-salt death
just like the shores he kneels on/prays to knowing full well
every slurp is a little suicide. you just dont tend to care when yre alone.
(no, man IS an island- until the mermaids come to play!)
Chantelle\"Free me from the trap that is set for me for you are my refuge. Into your hands I commit my spirit; redeem me!\"Chantelle
--Psalm 31:4-5
One calling;
upon the willow was laughing softly @ her pain(ful wincing) a tree so bitter-
wormwood without the blessing (of thujone concieved enlightenment) to dull the snarls & curses driven towards her by the gale. &n
strickennailsstrickennails
of arianrhod & dylan
I.
am i the nail? all rusted & worn away by wind
& rain
am i the nail? i am- sort of just worn away & crying
(where are you?)
\"nail,\" said she in a condescending tone as emotional pliers pried open the need again & brought me back around; \"you were made for this.\"
(slen)
\"& you were made for me. & i will see you driven, driven in.\"
(whispers convincingly whispers convincin
ergh.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
--
The Angry Deviant
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