Rot

To Radar:

I wallowed in Rot's deliciously perverse dudgeon (dungeon)
I'm still glad I helped soil your thread
Boobs make great floatation devices
I had to dig my mother up just to make sure she was dead
I enjoy a good tongue lashing
Some thoughts are like maggots
De Cries Me when I stand at the edge of the polluted lake and want to go skinny dipping
I like to wear my stained smiles and I don't care what people think of that
AD D9 made me smile
And when the white lines go through my mind I can only feel my nose bleed while I grind my teeth
And there is insanity in my family
And there's is family in my insanity

To Rot:

I opened you up
Read the inscription
Had a tear by pg.9
Wanted a shower by pg.29
Needed to shower by pg.49
Had to go shower by pg.69
Got out and only my hair and skin were clean
Looked at the rain falling outside my window
Pissing down
Got to pg.118 and went for a walk to the dirty lake
Came back (I survived)
Sat at the kitchen table
Pen and pad in hand
Thoughts bursting forth
From the swollen, long unstroked erection that portrudes from the black demon that likes to fornicate with my brain
I got two hands on it
And chocked it
It blew it's wad all over my face and glued my eyes open
You made my subconscious too curious
You helped her get in
Gave her directions
Told her where to find the key
While I had my back turned
She stole the keys
She knew she had to see
She didn't realize
She slid the key in the lock
Of the large steel door of the blacked pith that lays deep within my soul
It broke free it's tattered and worn bindings
Casually sleighed subconcious and tossed her aside
Found me
Opened it's gaping, oozing maw and closed it's jaws round my left arm and my head so that I'd view the burning, reeking, putrid,
vile, bile of my past that it contained within
It filled my eyes, my nose, my ears, my mouth
I'm gagging, senses buzzing
Cracking my skull, filling it with what I thought I'd locked away so well, so long ago
I should have burned it along with the pages of bitter beauty in that brilliant fire, hot embers like the hair that's now matted to my head
But I couldn't bring myself to burn them all alive back then.

To Myself:

She wanted to kill me
She bore me
Bathed me
Raised me
Lied, deceived
Believe you, me
Her husband lay on his sofa inside the bottle
A bleary vision
Awash in his own putre-scents
Just like his family
Wear those smiles
Or what will the neighbours think
Do they matter, all our shit stinks
Is Satan real?
Is he like Jesus?
I never get what I want for his birthday
I must be a bad girl
Like mom always said
I swallow that vile liquid down
Like bitter dark chocolate coating my tongue
People who mold you
Bust you down
Bitter
Friends, loved ones, liars
Whole world turned upsidedown
Mother lay with my dear little sister's boyfriend
Talk of the frowns
Fists, fights, misery
Left us for disaster, deserted
BITCH
Copulated, fucked for 3 more
COVETOUS WRETCH, WHORE
Sometimes the crimson slashes across my eyes
Sometimes it squishes out from between my thighs
Sometimes I'd leave but it's not my choice
I am of this
I am?
I am, I try

I am
the crazy diamond
Like every diamond
I came from the deepest, darkest mines (minds)
Years of compression (repression)
Chipped free
Re-sculpted beauty
I can cut glass
Wish I could cut you so you could bleed it too!

Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley
To B.E.--

Oh, Yeah.

Thanks for the soiling.

Anytime! Thanks for the ressurection!

Drama class was fun
I enjoyed it, kilt clad & fancy free
One day I was 1st to class
There was a baby doll
Hancuffed to my teacher's office door handle
He laughed and said "I DON'T KNOW HOW I'M GOING TO GET IT OFF"
I said "I CAN GET IT OFF"
Inside my bag I went
Found my keys
Found the handcuff key
Removed the cuff from around the dolly's neck
Removed the other cuff from around the door handle
Smiled at the teacher, teacher smiled back
Teacher said "You're so alluring"

Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley
B.E.-
hearing you talk about handcuffs...........

Um, makes you wish you had a four post bed...

Makes you wish you worked in a head shop so you could see who buys those things...

Makes you want to go and get arrested...

Makes you wish you were my drama teacher...

Originally posted by BhagavadGita
wish you had been there when Harborview Hospital mistook me for a drug addict and tied me down on a gurney and rollled it into a detox room and locked the bed to a giant hook in the wall with blood on it!

NEXT TIME MAYBE

Ha! Ha! That was my blood on the hook! I tried to detox myself, such a beautiful mess! But then they came in & some woman started screaming and all the bliss I was feeling started fleeing again and then they stuck the needle in my arm and shoved a little pill down my throat and it made me stop feeling everything.

I think I saw them wheeling you by but I can't be sure because I wasn't really there at all you see.

Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley
I am the cadaver
it is my body you're after
stitch me with worms, arms
keep falling off
if you step on them
it's almost like we're hugging.

Said the mortitian to the fly.
As he unzips his pants and gets ready for yet another deadly ride.

Originally posted by BhagavadGita
if you are referring to having relations with dead people.

i know you were there.

i screamed your name while i was rolling by staring at the ceiling as the panels pass by with intercomes and green lighting.

Yup - just a little mental necrophelia!

Hey! Now I got validation! I'm on a day pass---been on it for a few years now-hee hee! I don't know if they're just inept at looking for me or if I'm just a brilliant escape artist.

Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley
It's only necrophelia
if you fuck my neck with a rope.

Never ridden on a gurney

LOL! Is there any other way!

It's like a shopping cart but better--you don't have that caged feeling--it's like flying free!

I think it's great when you hit the wall, especiallly if you give your head a good crack!-stars & stripes forever!