IJesusChrist
Holofractale de l'hypervérité
- Inscrit
- 22/7/08
- Messages
- 7 482
I don't care. bring this.
layers upon layers of your vibrating hands and feet.
so solid and concise. like sliceing the aether around you, you aren't reading my mind are you?
You shutter at the thought, but how did you know? You are reading me! You do know.
Keep it out, pack it in. Scrambleing with my jelly forearms to capture back my information, but he can see. Don't control me, control me.
Let it go, go on.
I fall, i want to squirm and turn, but i accept. I will hit the ground and die. I will be in pain, but then I wonder, will it lock? Will I be in that pain forever, or will it go away? Can I remember after I die...? What is it that I am doing to myself. The logic circles and twisting bubbles that pop every now and then simply to utter the most monumental display of organic material before me! Like blob of my being, holding my entities, blinding me from the horizon, I'd like to know how it knows me. How I am captured by a volume so moist and dense. So congealing a mass as this.
It starts flowing away into the drain, some drain I just made appear, but why did I? Why question what I do not know? Why act on knowledge I am not sure of? Risk? Danger? thrill? The possibilities of this are pointless and endless. All amount to something but nothing. Gaining love and trust to grasp the wrist and pull me out, yet I want to decline to that state - the state I know and feel comfortable in, but it creeps agian on to me, until I am uncomfortable. Please, love, TAKE MY HAND and pull me.
I feel as if the door closes with all the memories inside, but when open, the maelstrom of death is upon my gaze, blanketing and surrounding my rooms of essense. To kill, murder the pain.. does it bring more? Do I even understand what I am doing? does anybody? Why is this so mezmerizing, so reoccuring, so demanding. Please for the love of myself and all others, just close the gate.
The gates closed.
I forget.
I feel blind and happy, but why do I think that this is foolish?
Its not foolish, but why to prove it! Its open again.
Close.
Open.
Relax.
layers upon layers of your vibrating hands and feet.
so solid and concise. like sliceing the aether around you, you aren't reading my mind are you?
You shutter at the thought, but how did you know? You are reading me! You do know.
Keep it out, pack it in. Scrambleing with my jelly forearms to capture back my information, but he can see. Don't control me, control me.
Let it go, go on.
I fall, i want to squirm and turn, but i accept. I will hit the ground and die. I will be in pain, but then I wonder, will it lock? Will I be in that pain forever, or will it go away? Can I remember after I die...? What is it that I am doing to myself. The logic circles and twisting bubbles that pop every now and then simply to utter the most monumental display of organic material before me! Like blob of my being, holding my entities, blinding me from the horizon, I'd like to know how it knows me. How I am captured by a volume so moist and dense. So congealing a mass as this.
It starts flowing away into the drain, some drain I just made appear, but why did I? Why question what I do not know? Why act on knowledge I am not sure of? Risk? Danger? thrill? The possibilities of this are pointless and endless. All amount to something but nothing. Gaining love and trust to grasp the wrist and pull me out, yet I want to decline to that state - the state I know and feel comfortable in, but it creeps agian on to me, until I am uncomfortable. Please, love, TAKE MY HAND and pull me.
I feel as if the door closes with all the memories inside, but when open, the maelstrom of death is upon my gaze, blanketing and surrounding my rooms of essense. To kill, murder the pain.. does it bring more? Do I even understand what I am doing? does anybody? Why is this so mezmerizing, so reoccuring, so demanding. Please for the love of myself and all others, just close the gate.
The gates closed.
I forget.
I feel blind and happy, but why do I think that this is foolish?
Its not foolish, but why to prove it! Its open again.
Close.
Open.
Relax.