I look at sight and see past illusions. I play the idiot by being idiotic. A thumb sucking foetal sleeper. A january storm on a summer's day. A profiteer of black poetry markets. Goya's drowning childhood dog. A lisper among stutterers. Stranger in a strange and familiar land. Balthus depicted my guitar lesson once. I am the image and the awareness. Poets I love and respect: @OliviaDresher @BiancoLuno
The mind loves what destroys it. The Queen is a snarling beast on a leash. Neurosis bleats and lions roar. I read the names of poets to the wind and space of night. Like saints I invoked the sacred artists and Poets of transgression and transcendence. Big words are often empty like a cathedral waiting for a congregation to impart meaning. There's no where I can be different from where I am now. Friends have their own time and I have mine. I spend too much of it alone. so my appetites for love are ravenous and no meal is enough. I guess I'm needy but calm too accepting. I'm so terribly lost in an emotional swamp. My head is just above the surface can you see the desperation and fear in my eyes? I have no freedom just the pursuit that forever eludes me. I am free to move in the prescribed patterns created by others more ignorant than myself. Love that swoons into the soft tiresome night of blanketing blackouts. I was very serene and peaceful as I wrote this but I was and still am deeply sad or perhaps softly depressed: A deep pitch black night of velvet horrors. Seduction that snaps the neck with a slow and tender lover's caress. I accept the beggars demands by cutting their hands off and handing them back to them. At a price I am attained by thiefs. At a cost I am injected into the veins of the desperate. Vampires latch onto my neck and my skin crawls with revulsion. Jesus Christ's flesh is wrapped up in cellophane and sold for astonishing profits. The paralysis of desire's indecision. I anguish over a possibly flawed attempt at happiness to the extent that I will never even begin to attempt it. I live in a glass walled menagerie with traumatised animals. Tigers and giraffes pace the cells of gucci storefront prisons in Dubai. Our conditioning is mechanical and broken. Cruelty is beautiful for those who are guilty of it. We become victims out of a complicit passion for pleasing our tormentors. Lust sings softly sarcastic lyrics of dissociation and shocked serenity. Mouthfuls of choking verbosity vomited out like a scorching God being poured from the sun. She mouths silent psalms from her favourite criminals gone beyond laws totality. She eats paradox and crawls without limbs. Her Bandages are dirty and flies lay their children upon the staining rot. Smut has a colour. It stains...and it stinks too. I am hypnotised by the hypnotised and led by the blind to the back of sundays church queue. Holy church lovers drunk on naivety molest grace with perverted fingers. 666 I severed the kindness of a cat by my unfeeling stony silence. A breeze block of emotional numbness. Regret is best served for a time that never waits. The menu says everything costs anorexia. Forgive me I have poisoned myself with thinking again. -- Just realised my peacock feathers are poisonous they spew from my mouth. Open lips red like an abottoir of violent poetry and sexual atrocity. Oh! I know not shame. I'm so old everything is classical! I laugh when others weep! I joke the loke Loki Is Here! I'm going to freeze. knowledge dust makes me sneeze! Aperol>mogwai>drunk on more than one substance. Growing younger and does not respond to Irish agent. dns error last night failed to upload dream. pervert the covert. over and in. like the knife you are. agents kill yourselves. weeping furniture. younger is wiser. look for clues in dreams you suck siphon off. I like all my abusers so much I couldn't betray their brutality]. You are all dead and yet your silence remains my silence too. we never die really. how can awareness disappear? even fast asleep awareness is awake. you are awake only your body is sleeping.Goodnight DeCaprio You won't catch me!
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