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by MrhL | 03 Dec 2007, 14:29
Sometimes I can hear rain outside my window but there are only shadows.
Awake, no
not until the first bottle top popped.
Try to drink away last nights dream
Spiders crawling on the back of my brain
Where no one sings, no one laughs, only static
And a light
Shining darkness.
"Tell me a story."
I try, but instead I cough until I vomit.
And, dear Audience,
that
is what
is
before you
now.
I imagine my Id standing over my Ego. It has my Super Ego on a leash
Dressed in leather.
Id—unfettered desire. Sucking Freud's Dick—Heavenly Dream or (Heavenly) nightmare?
I quit smoking, then I started smoking. Progress, or Justice?
Whiter now, as I begin to brush my teeth with regularity.
Just ranting. Listen to me!
I'm self-indulgent!
I'd stop if I could.
Id—as in I'd? As in I would?, oh, I would if I could?
You can.
"Tell me a story."
I try, but instead I cough until I vomit.
That might be more telling than any story you could have imagined.
—randy, 22:02, 04 Dec 2007
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