Hurt Me Daddy, for I Have Blogged

I am quiet. In love with the Devil on a quiet night.  Our silence says so much more about us, doesn't it? The drips of our ellipsis. Communication is closed, and once again, I am shut out. It is always so. But you are never denied when you are in love with the eternal. That is why I dance with him, and consorted with him.  Mary Mary was in love with the Devil.  I saw Goody Mary with the Devil.  The chill came to me so. It is better than anything human because there is no ache. And no warmth like opium that makes us complacent. Only dull fear and constant, sharp want. I was in love with the Devil who kept me disabled and thirsty. I needed him because I needed him. It is too quiet on these dry evenings to hear him. That is because he is a virus in my blood. The shivers of tomorrow are redeemed. And now all whom I ever loved love him. He walked through each gate, like a door-to-door vacuum salesman, shook their hands and said...take my drugs. He can c...

Only tomorrow breached, as fortitude can know. No one truly understands until they are in it. No one really gets it. The worst they say is losing a child. I cannot speak in that conversation. I cannot speak. My mouth will open but the chords will not vibrate. There is nothing now. Only ain before the conscious shift into another universe. Contracted before expanded into extraterrestrial unwinding helix. We will get through, but don't understand why you would deign to be here, really. Your consciousness has proven itself. There is too much carnage and drool at the end of the day. This is not about love. It is about being human. We have interlaced with each other already. Simple particle affinity. My feelings for you can be explained by a formula. Names and faces in each breath. We are devoted to the truth. We feel it, we do not just speak it. I am not noble or good. There is no time to repent for my sins anymore. I have spoken too long and too loudly now, and I am old. You have l...