Dade312

Addicted to your techo flesh
2002-08-27 23:02:56 (UTC)

The Lunatics have the Answers!

Chambers whistle like a freckled child with slightly
similar cracks in between everyone of his teeth. He laughs
like cracked glass and giggles every time he pees. Don’t
ask me what his problem is. Maybe it’s all the people who
ask him that question. Maybe it’s all the eyes that look at
him as though his thoughts are filled with sin. They
question him to question you and give up answers that he’s
never had in the first place. Maybe it’s me, feeling sorry
for him, loving him, watching him, wanting him. Or could it
be that he is the worry that we see each time we try to
open our blind mind’s eye? The weird one resembles the
frank truth we all fear. He is alone in his perfection and
the mystery that is god’s magic and he is not so strange at
all. As we dance in the madness before midnight turns our
hearts back into lumps of coal! His dimples reflect the
ponds we knew as children when we laughed with little
intent to sound like we were having fun. When everything
was real in our worlds of fantastically imagined luxury.
Before traces of turpentine fell carefully onto our backs
and blessed us with confessions of confusion that we all
knew we shared inside. You know, when the men came to
school and asked us if we’ve ever been touched in secret
places by secret faces, the likes of someone not quite
unlike the ones who stood before us. When the rules became
clues to something unseen and the truth was but a pasture
ripe with lies. And WE were really the makers of our very
own madness! What does it all mean?! For nothing wanted is
nothing welcomed without working first to brace for our own
delusions and I’ll be damned if nothing else confines me to
my own lack of contribution. Asinine idiots are contemplating
quarantine and the lunatics have the answers!

J.B. Manning




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