by pulcinellagawain » Wed Dec 28, 2022 1:47 pm
Eat
Your
Trauma
For
Breakfast.
Listen to the hope that sings in your body, the abrasive croon of clashing chords and bittersweet lilting poignance.
Potency is the cap that cuts off this swig, and disremembered body parts can step up to the sexual trauma that slides through first base and hit it-
Out of the park
Out of impact
From enthusiastic hunger
Comes the underdog
Dont let this pet starve
It will protect the abode wherein resides your entire history of horrors and misfortune endured.
It will deafen intruders with incessant barking as they surreptitiously encroach, self appointed professionals that wish to enter your home and rearrange your furniture, reciting claims of legal violations and alleging misconduct to warrant their intrusion before they become the lords of your estate, directing the removal of your heirloom furniture, replacing it with modern decor which serves no purpose outside of it’s aesthetic appeal.
But first
You must feed the canine inhabitants of your house
You have feared to step foot in this home for your nightmares, the walls that contain your ability to trust, for each time that you do, you are viciously set upon by the frothing jaws of trapped animals so you flee
But today, this mourning, I will arm you with the ultimate weaponry to determine the outcome of longstanding conflict, and the resource necessary to make loyal lapdogs of the beasts that prowl across a terrain of patchy memory - food.
Come, and we will tear into the supple flesh of haunting experiences that leer and threaten our perception - steal away with me so that we may become hunters, as one with the forest of our minds - let a silent and insidious grin adorn thy lips in anticipation of feral bloodlust, as we engage in guerilla warfare against emissary troops of society, mindless vessels emptied of their potential to make room for the ludicrously complex bureaucracy programming that jerks their limbs into movements, a robotic assessment that claps cuffs around your wrists.
Come and let the hyena barks of madness and laughter make a harsh escape from your throat as we slit the throats of those who have set up camp on your shores.
Oh, that I shall adorn thy foremost with simple runes painted of their blood-
Aye, that they shall carry instructions to forge no more weapons, you shall weave an artillery of cloth to soak up tears of yourself and your kin
For this-
This is have seen
This i know
A tattered cloth that bears crunching from all the salted sorrow it has absorbed
The price it fetches for redemption is too magnificent for words,
Tis one of the few beauties to render my verbose talent wordless.
Come with me into the darkened glens, come upon this path of gloomy memory, come into the woods with me and cast thyself upon the ground so that we may weep
Once and for all
Eat
Your
Trauma
For
Breakfast.
Listen to the hope that sings in your body, the abrasive croon of clashing chords and bittersweet lilting poignance.
Potency is the cap that cuts off this swig, and disremembered body parts can step up to the sexual trauma that slides through first base and hit it-
Out of the park
Out of impact
From enthusiastic hunger
Comes the underdog
Dont let this pet starve
It will protect the abode wherein resides your entire history of horrors and misfortune endured.
It will deafen intruders with incessant barking as they surreptitiously encroach, self appointed professionals that wish to enter your home and rearrange your furniture, reciting claims of legal violations and alleging misconduct to warrant their intrusion before they become the lords of your estate, directing the removal of your heirloom furniture, replacing it with modern decor which serves no purpose outside of it’s aesthetic appeal.
But first
You must feed the canine inhabitants of your house
You have feared to step foot in this home for your nightmares, the walls that contain your ability to trust, for each time that you do, you are viciously set upon by the frothing jaws of trapped animals so you flee
But today, this mourning, I will arm you with the ultimate weaponry to determine the outcome of longstanding conflict, and the resource necessary to make loyal lapdogs of the beasts that prowl across a terrain of patchy memory - food.
Come, and we will tear into the supple flesh of haunting experiences that leer and threaten our perception - steal away with me so that we may become hunters, as one with the forest of our minds - let a silent and insidious grin adorn thy lips in anticipation of feral bloodlust, as we engage in guerilla warfare against emissary troops of society, mindless vessels emptied of their potential to make room for the ludicrously complex bureaucracy programming that jerks their limbs into movements, a robotic assessment that claps cuffs around your wrists.
Come and let the hyena barks of madness and laughter make a harsh escape from your throat as we slit the throats of those who have set up camp on your shores.
Oh, that I shall adorn thy foremost with simple runes painted of their blood-
Aye, that they shall carry instructions to forge no more weapons, you shall weave an artillery of cloth to soak up tears of yourself and your kin
For this-
This is have seen
This i know
A tattered cloth that bears crunching from all the salted sorrow it has absorbed
The price it fetches for redemption is too magnificent for words,
Tis one of the few beauties to render my verbose talent wordless.
Come with me into the darkened glens, come upon this path of gloomy memory, come into the woods with me and cast thyself upon the ground so that we may weep
Once and for all