Why? (Tormented screams) "Why?"
Angry raging impassioned (Quiet!) murderous querulous forgetful, abandoned
WHY?
The Goddess cares for you, kind and gently (but I resist: She is you, YOUR body that you can barely stand. But it's your choice.) Why???
Grim, orange, peace.
She has made you what you are; you are joyous. How can you live as the person you are when there are so many needs bounding about, ricocheting inside/outside?
Entry and exit are the same. You have forgotten your pain.
Deed of freedom is my friendship. I destroy friends with my cancerous pain.
They want to free themselves from disintegration even as you disintegrate over and over again, mockingly, demonstrating the beauty of death in life.
You can't avoid the question: Drug or body?
A drug for my body, a body for a drug?
No more!!!
Anxiety and trepidation; fear and mean aggression mix with keen perceptions of reality and its transformations. How do you place yourself out of the maelstrom?
Lose, Lost.
Stick that dick in my mouth so I can suck it. A blaspheming holiness subjugated and subjugating with no limit except the size of your desire for destruction.
You will bear no one. You can bear nothing. Creating life is a matter of ... Your Sacred acceptance of the sacred that you are.
Fuck! Why?
Engender love; kill anger; bring beauty.
This discussion is post positivity.
Blessed Be
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