Rolling into the Deep

… And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

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Call me…… lamia

Lucifer: A state of being… not a name.

Im Folding

I ran away from myself…

It was the best thing to do! I swear! Standing there over my body and a chainsaw in my hand.. I had to run. She was ugly. She started to stink. And not because I starred at my death until I began to think this was the only existence to know. I knew I was dying. I knew what I was doing. But I didnt stop. She started to stink because she was laying there on the ground.. dirt in her hair.. yuck! and now blood on my hands and in my finger nails. What a mess that stinky girl had put herself in. So I ran. She was toxic. Did I kill her? No! She was already dying. I had came from her demise. They call me REVELATION.

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