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Self[less]-portrait

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The image has been taken, withheld and divided from its source. The image has absorbed light, leaving a dark void where there should have been a face.

The most punishing of prisons: No one is there, not even one’s self reflected in a mirror.

Nothing else, that image is what I aim to achieve.
Consciousness is otiose, obeying conditioned choices.

A bad and ad hoc monologue is a byproduct of seamless projection.

What is the opposite of omniscient?

It can’t even read.
Beyond loneliness, beyond disregard, but it remains the best feeling, unfortunately, a feeling almost as consoling as loved one’s embrace.
Nothing to seek but that state where there is nothing to do, nothing to be. Nothing to become. Nothing to prove. Nothing to say.
Impossible ends give rise to impossible people.
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I can’t escape

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Force conjures more force in an effort to survive…a little longer….
but it is akin to scratching at the lid of a coffin from the inside…
I’m not getting out…
but the noises can be heard through seven feet of dirt and rock…
so at least they know I’m still alive.
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Dearest Author

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The burning moon is melting above because you told it to burn and the moon burned us. It’s your contempt for an ambivalent moon in Gemini who can’t tolerate truth, what is truth when lies run dream content like an imp mischievously making a dream come true until you ruined it, running it into the ground like a cliché, a chance to overuse a tired theme. You spin a story until it spins like a blade scratching at the surface and there are wounds all up and down our arms. The unconscious is not going to get out and run around laughing, a free doubled pseudonym, because you cage us in a window-less home, a one-way phantasy for your amusement. The unwanted outcome of wanting is to want and the inordinate choices you force upon us splitting a split self into a multiplying problem of persona, persona, PERSONA because you are split, an author and a creation. Under the bloody sheets where they must have struggled for the weapon, you are that knife where there should be humility or self-doubt. The inner experience that doesn’t match the hearse outside. Two red eyes peering from the windshield, barely in sight parked behind a row of black roses. Who is stalking me? Yes I wanted to be a twin and in the worst or best ways I am alone a twin.
Home down in the gutter, rat and pest morality is imitative, an unoriginal work of lesser quality than this, a failure where to not fail is just a distraction, a way to not face the piteous belief it’s going to get better and that’s the reason we’re alive: To make it all better.
What is IT? (Gotta love that smile! A face only a parent could love. But that’s best not born.)
You didn’t know me very well. An author that avoids authoring anything readable, withholding the written twin, the deceptive homunculus who lurks in good intentions and relatable constructs. I cut that out. For my health. See the results? It’s for the best. But I’m no savior.
I’m here to make it worse.
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Banishment Rituals

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Scarred organs, they regroup. They heal.


See definition: hundreds of thousands of Americans are brutalized every year by a figure of speech
hundreds of thousands of Americans are brutalized every year by a whole collectivity gathered around to share in the experience

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‘took the intestine drew it out like a long tube, straightened it out, hooked it up to the cerebellum.’

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Such a long time to wait.
The worms were sold out.
Settle for an overweight heart.
Need. It drives them.
Onlookers craving for ancestors.
a bigger scheme can only get bigger! clamp on, hold tight, and hide under the rug, squiggle squiggle until the house wife brings out the slipper to start smashing.
Entrapment.

Banished? 

Snuggle me like a lap dog.
Crowded at the soft underbelly, rub softly to get in. 
Rub softly to get in.