Feb 24, 2006 19:50
Scuttling claws, rancid gas cloud in place of the space where the fatty conductor exists. Hide behind the parents, hide behind the children, the drama junkie hydra jabberwocky; cut the head off several replace it. One is unaffected by it, the mouth moves but it only hears a voicless echo.
Dirt nap, chin strap, the mind is on vacation and the tounge assumes the vocation; seek out ligature, seek out the needle, tie the fucker down and pretend that you are people.
Annoying flies at best, tedious exercise in banality, adolescent chicanery, making the self into a mockery.
Burning scarecrow, sufficent sacrifice for one's new lease on life. One learned that no dead go quietly, no dead accept their fate so gracefully, one has banged, one has whispered; one is also subject to it's own conclusion.
The scarecrow flickers, the scarecrow burns, the scarecrow searches but the scarecrow does not fucking move..move..move..thrive..thrive..thrive.