myriad of me, multiply
Style, poise, so erotically
If you can see
My naked soul
Beneath my nudity
I am surrounded with macabre actors, whose faces are funny but not their lines. They act upon my stage, using up MY time. One day I will find a fleabomb big enough to return them to the nether regions of hell, from which they came…whispering my name whispering in vain. They are not friends, but bitter adversaries dependent on me for their dividends. I can’t wait for the sage to end, the curtain to close. Until it does all I have is what I know. I need a original copy of the script , from the psychophantic fool who dared to write it. Right now I’m less than delighted, a coma threatens to succumb but I must fight it. Sadness I must hide it. Don’t feed the hungry mouths that wait. Any intelligence I must hide it. Until I reach the other side of this insanity , and the early end of this profession. To vanquish the asshole’s access to me and kill the obsession of this deviant rectum. (Haha)But will you be there ( at your discretion) to hear my sensational confession. Or are you a poignant and painful lesson.? Can I learn a lesson from this ongoing, ridiculous, well…(hacking,stalking,theft,harassment) from “THIS” , perpetual petulant prolific pile of Hateful human waste aka ( dogSHIT) ? How I can’t wait to erase the disgrace that is your face from the minds and memories of those you debase. I must do it with precision and passion, not with hate or disgrace, I must do it in fashion..how the hell did this nightmare ever begin to happen? Ah, well it’s never too late….For all good things come to those who wait. I’ve been waiting ( and on you) for a long time. Alone in the dark recesses of my mind. Your unheard voice echoes heedlessly in my eager ear, telling me what I want to hear but it only perpetuates my fears …fuck me And now it’s been years? It’s so dark and cold and it’s only me here, memories echoing , distorting the fear. Loyalty is mockable in this haunted land….where there is more falseness and deception than grains of sand. I want to sail to a distant land and lie under sacred towers and hold hands with someone who is not a conjured filament of my mind. Someone I lost along the way in this land of wasted time and deviated derelict minds. Will I surface with bursting lungs alone again, and still…after all this time…? Time is money but time definitely isn’t on your side, or even a remote friend of mine.
H3y there Miss Red Riding Hood
You sure are looking good
You’re everything a big, bad wolf could want.
What big eyes you have, the kind of eyes that drive wolves mad..
Whatcha doing out walking in these deep dark woods alone?