yeah so what
Notes Upon Reading THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GREY.
Love, in so many instances, is a dung hill, and I, so often, am a cock that climbs upon it to crow.
and as Wilde so succinctly put it, "those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love, it is the faithless who know loves tragedies". ( and i do believe faithflul in that context , means hope , not anything to do with infidelity, although infidelity would work, its meaning is too literal.)
The thoroughly well informed man, that is the modern ideal, or it should be. I want to reach a pinnacle, where my very elan vital glows with movement, like a rose on heroin, casting away the weights of mortality, in a blow that sends shock waves to "all time". (all that ever was, is , and ever will be.)
But I have found my neiche between faithful and faithless, I ponder, landing for only a few moments, and moving on. mabye it is better to know, than to believe or not believe.
but then i thought i'd write a song about a succubus from mesopotamia, so i did, and i am now using the word grey almost as a catch phrase,
STOP IT!!!!!!
THE TWILIGHTS GREY
SHE CAME BACK FROM THE DEATH
WITH EYES AS BRIGHT AS SETH
SHES DANCING WITH DESIRES FREE
I'D RATHER NOT DIGRESS.
SHE WALKED DOWN FROM THE HILL
FEASTING ON THE KILL
OUPHORIC AS THE BLOOD DRIPS DOWN
AND TO VIRGIN MINDS A CHILL.
LOVE THATS GONE INSANE
LIKE THE UNDEAD TO THE SAINT
CASTING THE STRATOSPHERE
LIKE A NET TO CATCH RESTRAINT.
COME BACK LONDON FOG
AND FILL MY HEART WITH GREY
THE RIGHTEOUS IS THE ONE WHO SAILS
UPON UNFORGING SEAS.
WHEN THE SEASONS CHANGED
SHE WALKED BACK HOME TO HER SEASONED GRAVE
WHERE SHE SLEPT ALL DAY
AND AWOKE FOR PREY
IN THE TWILIGHTS GREY.