It can get worse, there are hell realms. I’m misquoting someone but, I’ve heard it said:

The moment you flit by my ear, my strings are severed, I droop like a marionette— I remember I know nothing.

Two onyxes atop another out where… the signal clear, it rang through… so loudly I frightened myself: RESPECT! I remember how often my Grandmoth…

I imagined every venerable thing b… from being beaten until I had no b… and living in utter desolation, po… to having tangible things, good ta… Land and Gold.

I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…

Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,

This day, there is no ONE to beat your fist… No party, no tyrant, not even a faction—

I wept at the sight of my guru’s picture, Praise God, He is always with me, a Holy thing,

You can ask to be shown, opened unto a dimension, swirling, sickening realm. But, woe unto thee fleshly being, dare ye enter that perilous gate

It occurs to me now that no one hears my song. Still young, I am discarded. I don’t anticipate being surprised at my aloneness in old age.

Ten days secluded now, improper and unshaven inside a black and gold hole, dope den of sultry sound and opiate mood.

Black Mirror Obsidian Infinite gaze Hideaway of prototypes Mental, Causal larvae

The bar room is a bed of embers fanning themselves expediently, huddling to outlast the dark. A whoosh of autumn air ruffling their complexion each time

I would lie with my hand on the B… I would lie with my hand on a stac… of Holy Qurans. I would look you dead-in-the-eye, and tell you a lie.