Thursday, February 3, 2011

curious how some things don't change

destruction

I wish I'd dream of destruction

I am quite aware of how public this is - and so let it be found, for those that have the curiosity to type my name and see the kinds of public faces I put to private madness

but the only dreams I have are those of things I've lost, and worlds where I do not exist

I sleep and it's another year in the past - I awaken and I forget where I am

still it is not the self speaking to the self as was, but the self speaking to the unknown other, a projection of thoughts that take on the shape and likeness of that of a human being, attributes arbitrarily chosen from the wild unconscious landscape of the mind

and then -

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