Diary of a Madman 4 (977 hits)
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Submitted by Bigmike (View user info) at 2004-06-03 00:40:46 EDT
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It's all inconsequential. All of it.
The more I sit here and think, the worse it gets. Inane would be a good word if it could actually be true, but it's not. It's not true. Who knows the truth? "Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I."
"Walking across the sitting room,
I turn the television off.
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes.
As the sound of motorcars fades in the nightime,
I swear I saw your face change, It didn't seem quite right."
The music rings in my ears, I cannot get rid of it.The words are a nightmare, the tune my bane.
Tinnitis, that's what they call the ringing only this is worse. It's turning this song into agony. I can't even remember where or when I heard it. Maybe one of them was singing it. Maybe one of them was singing it when I took them. Maybe I have been thinking it ever since.I don't even fucking listen to music.
But now I am alone and the novelty has worn off. The song remains, my brain is screaming for release from the burden of carrying the tune. I hold the hammer in my hands ready to pound it out of my head if I have to. To pound out the pounding going on inside.
It's beautiful. It has a nice flat head on one side and a nice round ball on the other. I remember helping my father with his carpentry one year. He had all sorts of neat tools. "Toys" he called them. He would say "Son I create with these, my toys. Carpenters have all the neatest toys son, remember that."
I beg to differ, dad. I have found that carpenter's don't have the neatest toys. I have found many other toys that belong to different professions. Lumberjacks have great toys. Doctors also have wonderful toys they call "instruments". Carpenters do have some neat one's though, and the ball peen hammer has to be one of the neatest looking and most efficient. Held in one hand, this toy can cause tremendous amounts of pressure with a mere flick of the wrist. Makes a cool sound too.
"And it's, Hello babe with your guardian eyes so blue,
Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true.
I've been so far from here, far from your warm arms.
It's good to feel you again,
It's been a long long time. Hasn't it?"
Fuck. It has been a long time. A long time empty. I can't find it in myself to wander out. It's terrifying out there. SO many lost souls, people without names, just faces, snarls, eyes. Everywhere prying eyes. Get away.
"Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies.
Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright,
Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly.
The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand.
...And it's hey babe your supper's waiting for you.
Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true."
Get away. Don't look at me. Stop. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
Where is my supper? Where is it waiting? I need it. I need to be filled. My hands need the touch of soft flesh, yielding flesh, supple bleeding flesh. Where is my supper? Where is my offering?
I need to rest.
"666 is no longer alone,
He's getting out the marrow in your back bone,
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,
Gonna blow right down inside your soul.
Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon,
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune."
As I may be. I never quite thought of it like that. I write my lyrics in blood and create my tune with metal and plastic. Iron and rubber. With bone and muscle I decorate my pages. A whirlwind of life and death leading to a crescendo of fallen angels. From death there is life. The Phoenix rises from the ashes to live again and again and yet it's all inconsequential. All of it. I am locked here never to move again.
Too many eyes, too many prying eyes.
"There's an angel standing in the sun,
and he's crying with a loud voice,
"This is the supper of the mighty one",
Lord of Lords,
King of Kings,
Has returned to lead his children home,
To take them to the new Jerusalem."
Save me. Save me. Save me. Save me. Save. Me. From. Me.
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Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2004-12-31 05:56:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Gnome (user info) at 2004-08-10 15:49:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
i don't see how any of these can't be review a hundred times or more. how can you read one and not go back and read them all?
pure gold mike.
Submitted by Fabish (user info) at 2004-08-08 00:39:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
So much tension is building up. Let's see where this is leading...
Submitted by sparkle_pink (user info) at 2004-07-17 01:04:59 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-06-20 07:21:09 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2004-06-03 12:04:49 (#)
Ranking: 0
Is this just too creepy?
I'm wondering.
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There is absolutely no such thing as too creepy.
Though there is such a thing as inconsiderate. As in, the way you post these at inconvenient times and I miss three of them and then you post number seven and the last one I read was three and I have to go read them all at once..
*deep breath*
Anyway. No. Not too creepy. Never too creepy.
Submitted by Disektor (user info) at 2004-06-04 02:35:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Lets put it this way Mike. I felt that if I gave this anything less than a +2 you'd disembowel me and eat my liver for breakfast.
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2004-06-03 12:04:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Is this just too creepy?
I'm wondering.
Submitted by mystiamoon (user info) at 2004-06-03 04:21:44 EDT (#)
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Submitted by polyamorousaj (user info) at 2004-06-03 01:32:08 EDT (#)
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Submitted by bart (user info) at 2004-06-03 01:27:24 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Scott_James (user info) at 2004-06-03 01:26:39 EDT (#)
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