Tuesday 20 July 2010

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Copping out.Zoning out.Drifting off.Imagine your humiliation, the sin, the filthiness, as a white ball of healing light.Shutting down.Flying away.Escape sign.exit world.Slide.Close your eyes.Go back.Immerse.Submerge.Reverie.Daydream.Lost.Nod.Forget.Relapse.Metastacize.fantasize.Vegetate.White light.Visualize.Envision.Childhood memories.Run away.Float into space.Return to innocence.Erase.Dig yourself.Suppress stimuli.ban.Submit.Hide.Safe house.Forsake.get in line.Torture.secret smiles.back in the streets.a dope fiend.To the mad house.Reformation.Restoration.Rebirth.Rennaissance.Then prison.Then the grave.Refuge.Run.Hide.Fantasize.Blur.Static.Blind.

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I want to escape myself.

I can't escape myself.

4 comments:

  1. I love this piece; the staccato splatter of images forming a narrative of despair and evasion, the dark cycle of wretchedness and horror, the spiraling well of destruction. We cannot escape ourselves - but some of us can write.

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  2. lve this a lot, the rapid machine gun pace is startling
    You OK?
    Nick

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  3. Steppenwolf:
    I reckon *you* can definitely write. Ta!

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  4. Nick:thank you.This is also the way i think and speak, so if u ever hear me talk i'm all slips of tongue and stutter and mumble.No wonder people can't take me seriously.
    I'm fairly ok, maybe it's got sth to do with the trip, or with being away from the shit for a while.Came back with vague literary purposes which will prolly screw everything up.
    Love
    xoxox

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