Almost daily I have a bursting surge of energy. Daily almost the pointlessness of human life hits me with such a profound impact that I am forced immediately to bed. Failing that I choose to eat instead. Failing that I… Well I… must wallow in something deep within myself. Often I search for comfort there, other times just a place to hang to avoid the Devil taking charge of my idle hand. Somehow now I fancy the Devil is me, even as I am GOD both and Godly. A stranger chuckles in the night as if to laugh at me, but even as he does so he is filled with uncertainty.

I wonder oft if others hear me thinking, as I do hear them thinking. I wonder too do they get my meaning as I do gather their feeling? And I am lost evermore for my fervent searching for this and that which are not real instead of making. For making is now the thing as I am GOD both and SATAN, and must neither conform nor condemn but instead dominate over men. One that neither wished to be seen nor heard must now both lead and mold. And all I want is my husband to hold.

But I fear he wishes do me ill, and doth make attempts again and again. And the reason I cannot imagine for then and only then will I be empowered to stop it save devouring his soul and killing him. But what would I hold then? I fear even more that I know not my husband, and being held hostage from him. – And the strange man chuckles again. 


When you see me, know Death cometh

When you hear

Hope next to die

For the aching


Won’t let you lie

But live on


In ache.

Learn the system

When you love them

– The things

When you hug them

Know they’re mine.

When you’re eating

And you’re wondering

How comes it is you can eat

Think about it

And remember

That you’re eating GOD’s meat

And as for payment

As you steal

I will dine on thine flesh

You’re alive

And you’re thinking

That you’re surely the chosen

Know you’re wrong

While you’re leaving

When you cry

Know it’s fine that you cry.

For Death cometh.

Left alone with no one to love, I danced alone to the heavens above, now that the time hath cometh new, certainly the past will prove untrue, and yet the lie doth keep me awake, lest my heart can merry make. Happy times must now forsake me from mine mind where d’ happiness lie.

The delusions

Never to lose them lest sadness be all one’s knowing

From the dark part to the conscience flowing like rain along drains. Dreams do end in nightmares, fondness burns to ache, bones and blood will fade to dust, in rust doth iron break.

Questions Around the Bend

What is a happy mind? How doth one define a thing yet not perceived in the eye thine wavering heart defines as superior?

Is it

Likenable to that which pops in the head like mental fireworks?

Or more something like a tickle?

Is it


The smell of baking bread when neither hunger nor thirst plague you?

Is it


The weary hand with nought to do?

A happy mind… 

I need what I can neither define nor find

The thoughts of loss and not having seem to control my mind

Consume design it says to me

Break the jaws and set me free

All the world opens to thee

Except for thee

Who aren’t for me

You aren’t for she

But artfully you do the shaming

All that sauce but somehow’s laming

Framing game the teacher’s plaything came king

Or kingpin

For knuckles around the bound of two fingers pound the pavement but for larvas

Pupas proudly flap the wing

いつもないているのは、かんがえのことが、なんで?りゅうは、どうなのかしら?わたしをだいじょうぶかい? いいの?すみませんがいいのか。それおり、なにしてるになりたい?

Wednesday’s emblem sways on the horizon’s

Chest of pests, cookies, or buttons

Bosom’s breasts’ best for the cuddles

Red crests and keeping whole a dirty dozen

I like my room bathed in a smokey haze

Fill up death watch Cerberus graze

Monkeys and eleven ducks

Fly & gave ill’eaven fucks

Filled the river fligin’ nutts

Frilled the river slingin’ rocks

Pulled the carton and the box

The free will die no more.