Of all that is.
Pure neurotic pessimistic anxiety .
Negative worrisome .
tiresome maddening paranoiac downright miserable.
And since misery loves his company,the whirlwind
cesspool of this neurotic misery will do
it's best to bring and or drag me down.
Once again I almost fell into the trap.
Sneaky sneak. Tricky trick and no treat.
Same nasty game ,and is quite boring at this point in my life.
From the bowel movement this morning to the cup of joe
that i've been sippin' on . Not too hot . Tho'
here in this eatery hot as an oven it is.
Can make a person feel sluggish.Ah,The Doors on the radio.
Have it on low, I can hear it. Seated right by the speakers.
And the windows too. Cool air comin' in. A bit of relief.
My toes remain cold tho' no matter what .
I begin to write....
A thought has occurred to me. Beauty is deadly.
The more beautiful the more horrific the death.
My man Jack Kerouac said it best ' pretty girls make graves'
How many beautiful young women, girls have been killed,
murdered ,slaughtered, torn to pieces..over their beauty.
One can become obsessed with such beauty.
One can go to extremes . Many have ,and many more will.
Lust. The lust of flesh. The flesh that rots is what we become
attached to. Beauty is a killer . A stalker hiding in the night.
One look within those eyes and you're lost. Lost soul.
The scent of licorice and incense flame through my nostrils..
The sun upon me once again. Makes me stop and think .
I Inspect your mind . Ego trouble .
sirens calling you out to sea into smashing rocks rubble.
Beauty is the killer . Turning saints into sinners .
Murder for bloody satisfaction . Blood sacrifice to the gods.
Obsesses flesh , enmeshed among madness mess.
Blood the holy wine . holy grail. drink forth and ye shall
become immortal. Devilish ? Foolish .