Demons

Making them to toe that submarine, the alligator, SS Alligator to be more accurate. It is getting kind of old, all these boats, and its gettin cold int he morning and last night we hit the low of the season. Y

ou ever see a 19Th century tug boat, civil war era? They don’t look all that different then we have now, maybe a bit smaller, and dirtier.

If you don’t know, I am not actually building a freakin boat, its all virtual, I spend most of my time, most all day every day save the sabbath, in a environment where I build worlds, and boats, that look real, move real, cant touch or smell them, but for all intents an purposes, I create a real space and time.

It can get confusing, makes me want to talk in prose and and where the separation comes in to play; You can NOT press ctrl Z to undo in the real world, unfortunately.

I am double posting this…..

I fell, feel like I killed something important by accident
I can be a real FXCKING idiot sometimes
You have to cross out the "U" in a word with foxr letters or it hurts peoples little dangling parts
The ones that I may have inadvertently cut with my finger scalpel

My energy levels are way up
Even this dreary grey (have you looked outside today?) hasn’t gotten me down
and my problems they stem from the heart

I was thinking about cutting mine out and serving it for dinner
It is done with frogs, and at the moment I don’t feel too different
Not even one that contains a prince, a frog prince that is

As I said, or didn’t say but was thinking it and damn-it you should have heard it
Or maybe you shouldn’t have but your about to

There are cars whizzing by at tremendous speeds in heavy rains and people are dying outside in reckless smiles and metals that twist around their bodies at over 100 miles per hour and not one of them sees me sitting here watching the world move

motionless out side
of time, I have to be timeless to get this one right
This one seems a little bit more complicated then the others

(This is the point where I put the "She" in because it always revolves around a Life or a Death)

She doesn’t remember my name, smell, touch, taste
My voice is a distant accident to her and I really did care, a lot
I made every move that I shouldn’t have and then suddenly realized and feared and suddenly realized
I am now growing indifferent, impatient, and hungry
It was so scream shout and why, but suddenly is not and I AM is returned to me and I AM

I take my winter jacket and crawl inside, making sure to bring my half-insanity with me
I look at her picture in my 3rd eye and it almost sheds a tear, then it grows strong
A deep breath, one worthy of meditation
My lips curl at one end as the future rushes my winds