Mar 31, 2006 23:22
One breathes in the the fumes of a backwards gasoline powered birthing machine, reeling in wild-eyed fascination, in utter awe of the spectacle set upon my line of sight.
One never had a choice in the matter and one didn't need one anyway.
One spawns one's self from one's head everyday before one sets foot into the open fields of olympia.
This is heaven, when you sew your mind shut, it's everything they tell you that you want, and more than what you need, but most importantly everything you do not deserve to have.
I can swallow the lies with ease, I birthed the flies and suggested they lay their eggs within the meat.
When you can see a lie, smell it for what it is, then where do you go from there?
when your life can be so easily shattered by the truth, you realize that truth and lies must co-exist so that one may lay one's head on one's pillow and dream the dreams of the maggot swarm.
I can smell the lies like the children seek out the stench of rot. I just wish above all other things that I could not.