All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.
I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
Found
To put it simply: I'm losing it.
'it' supposedly being sanity - an unreal ideal if ever there was one. And overrated too, I suspect.
Whatever. Losing 'it' isn't as much fun as you'd think. It's almost... painful.
The past flickers. Strobe light effect. Everyone unintentionally does the Robot dance. That amuses me until the death scene.
Strings cut and no Blue Fairy to save us as we collapse, clattering upon the boards.
"Lachesis you bitch!!" screams the audience.
Cue the band.
Once upon a time, I knew everything. I was wrong a lot because of that.
Of course, forgetting is as vital to survival as remembering, so from now on you're going to be a stranger to me. Again.
No worries - history repeats.
I'll love you better next time.
eggs
milk
bread
dog food
smokes
coffee
cereal
phone Christine 923-****
Maytag d/w - no rinse #444-7***
- held Ms. de Milo's hand
- stole Dali's Timex
- visited Kerouac at home
- sang a song of sixpencepocketfullofrye
Lastly, but not leastly, I questioned a god I didn't believe in but knew you prayed to. He was beautiful and terrible and made me wish for faith in a more powerful god to destroy Him. He sang as Legion and shone brighter than a million cold dead suns, just like you said.
His smile was all Hope, All hope, All Hope.
He wished me death so that you may live.
His lullaby sibilant, His tongue forked.
I still rockabye in a thousand dreams.
'it' supposedly being sanity - an unreal ideal if ever there was one. And overrated too, I suspect.
Whatever. Losing 'it' isn't as much fun as you'd think. It's almost... painful.
The past flickers. Strobe light effect. Everyone unintentionally does the Robot dance. That amuses me until the death scene.
Strings cut and no Blue Fairy to save us as we collapse, clattering upon the boards.
"Lachesis you bitch!!" screams the audience.
Cue the band.
Once upon a time, I knew everything. I was wrong a lot because of that.
Of course, forgetting is as vital to survival as remembering, so from now on you're going to be a stranger to me. Again.
No worries - history repeats.
I'll love you better next time.
eggs
milk
bread
dog food
smokes
coffee
cereal
phone Christine 923-****
Maytag d/w - no rinse #444-7***
- held Ms. de Milo's hand
- stole Dali's Timex
- visited Kerouac at home
- sang a song of sixpencepocketfullofrye
Lastly, but not leastly, I questioned a god I didn't believe in but knew you prayed to. He was beautiful and terrible and made me wish for faith in a more powerful god to destroy Him. He sang as Legion and shone brighter than a million cold dead suns, just like you said.
His smile was all Hope, All hope, All Hope.
He wished me death so that you may live.
His lullaby sibilant, His tongue forked.
I still rockabye in a thousand dreams.
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