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>I have soaked in the warmth of my blood, > ----->^^^this line alone had me hooked..
>reaching quietly for the lever that will eject me into larger, >greater things. I have ascended to a higher place, complete >with snow and clouds hanging low over little ancient villages. > A place where old spiritual leaders teach the young and >ignorant.. like me. A place that has naturally, through its >own.. karmatic energy has imparted upon me the wisdom to feel >the highest sense of euphoria- and the lowest, deepest, >darkest abyss of emotional agony. > > > >You have GOT to FEEL it! > > > >I quote Tiki Barber instead of Geoffrey Chaucer, but still in >my mind's eye feel that the most appropriate is often (meaning >always) more resonating than what is the most intellectual. > > > >And then my world begins to resonate, shaking from its >foundations- built into the fabric of space (which I imagine >as a soft velvet-y construction, rolling along across the eons >like the shag carpet from your parent's 1972 VW bus) as it is >to keep it from shaking off, like a broken home in a dying >neighborhood in San Francisco.. We've learned how to survive >the huge earth-rattling quakes- but we still can't survive our >own interpersonal squabbles.. We cannot give to each other the >same courtesies we would a coworker, and yet our bond, the >very depth of our souls, are joined in the most intimate of >fashions.. > > > >And so when we claw, it hurts all the more. That bond becomes >a tiny bit weaker with every attack, until finally it rips, >and my heart? It goes along for the ride, ending up somewhere >between here and the other side of a gigantic industrial >machine, pounding and cutting for the sake of destroying every >ounce of passion I've ever known. I cover up the feeling with >a shaved head and a scruffy face, pretending that if I appear >as if I am alright- that I will in fact be all right. > > > >So far, its not working. > > > >I stand before two doors, both unlabeled, but I am all too >familiar with where these doors both lead. One leads back, >and for now at least, promises only pain and the lost sense, >by far the worst emotion known to me, of rejection. Before me >another door, which leads forwards, towards the unknown and >the unknowable, the dedicated zealots of everyday's-dom, the >unthinkable... The grey void to be filled in with color and >tone, contrast and symmetry, but not until I've stepped >through the door. Which to take? To wallow in my own rage >and frustration is unacceptable.. I simply want to break down, >to find a soft and comforting place and melt into it, like a >warm leather couch on a hot august night, but to complete the >process and be gone forever.. Without a trace, disappearing, >and only existing as a pleasant memory for all those whom may >know to have one. > > ----->^^^you just took me on a flight over miles and thru centuries.. and into a feeling so familiar..
wonderful.
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