February 26, 2002

  • Seven days running...seven days strong.


    (Due to circumstances, I missed one, but the mentality was there.)


    I can feel it coming...going to break through to the other side.  Going to wield the sword that's been strapped to my back for too long.


    You say Goodbye....and I say Hello!


    Now...some snippets from a recent chat (or "why from amidst my wardrobe, the straitjacket fits me best" ) :


    i've no mind now, hon.  no sensibility.  i'm running in a psychic pack unseen to me.  and  yet I am unreflectingly alive.    Asking me to think, to choose, is like asking a newborn babe why it is at which hours he/she chooses to snooze.  Final answer: ZZZZZ....


    eProps are pure tentacles of prurient exposure...best served up in pairs:
    one expressing suborned submissiveness
    the other, the dominance of BEWARE! :
    I am a Xangan, too!  Hence...
    whatever you do
    bounces back off of me
    and sticks to you!    :) )


    you can't hold, you can't let go--neither can I.  those options are matters of choice,  and I can only howl impulsively...perhaps for eternity...howl long is a howl??!!


    I want death by Xanga and to be buried under a pyre of eProps that will burn eternal!  ha ha ha ha :) )


    but i'm just a howler....best to let me be


    i respond to everything
    most instinctively


    mmmooooonn


    the ways of man make little sense
    and so with humanity I do dispense


    howwwwlllll!!!


    mooon...full...howwl!!!!!


    hey..it's a full moon...i'm insane...going to howl :) )


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