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The weird and the devoid thank you.  You've got style.  You've got gall.  Now let me perform surgery and remove your best qualities....

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The cyclops copulating with the musketeer.  The sweet cavity in your sour tooth.  The long time in the short, unbearable moment.  Breaths of hope from the smog of life.  Let's rejoice as He falls to our feet.  Christ, you will pray to me.

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The sensation of being vulgar.  The initiative to embody controversy.  The controversy to have a body.  The nature of the unborn.  The sunbathing lunatic on our front lawn.  The timeless Rolex on our scaled arm.  The voices haunting our brain.  The haunting taste of our brain.  The strangled motions we go through as the host.  The conforming humiliation we leave throughout as the guest.  The toilet bowl of life; the meaning of life written in verbs on the paper beside it.  And He laughs harder....

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Boiling in the garden.  Simply unknown to the one who named me.  All the innocent ruin the desire of experience.  Beaten skin with the violence of kisses.  The icicles of time warm my heart.  The oven of thought warns my soul.  It is limited.  It is limited, and He laughs on....

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Repulsive eyes.  Wreaking mouth.  Rotten core.  Tuesday monsters haunted me on Saturday.  Howling voices through the night.  Sneering.  He.  Mocks.  Me.  Us.

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Untitled blue Johnnys.  Sitting next to little orange Marys.  Numbers on unexplained explanations.  Numb errors excusing us from playing.
The Modern School of Thought is not admitting.  The students will have to make due.

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Halloween is a time for fun.  Go out there and live it up.
But be weary of long-nosed Frenchmen at octagonal cider bobbing tables.  Stay clear of robotic men with biological arms and their automaton dark rats at their side, on the floor, with the rest of the crumbs and garbage.  Run from sad Catholic schoolgirls with lonely eyes and soft fingertips.  Avoid soft-core Dr Pepper and hard-core Domino's pizza.  Don't give a second thought to dirty insinuations from chirping lepers on all fours in the twilight hour of floored rooms behind opened doors.  Walk right past the drinking elitists seducing the latest smothered voice with their elixir.  Please refrain from buying half eaten candy from some distorted heaven.  [Okay, okay so that was a little plagiarized.  Bear with me now.  I'm trying to make this thing creepy this year.]

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The deep-throated organ making a woman out of you; from it dripping psalms of random relevance.  The colors only paleness can enslave.  The charcoal line protecting the mouth from ambivalent's infection.  You put on your mask to mask over you.  But to a blind man, your efforts are useless.  To a Latin-speaking man, your Englished philosophy is useless.  How simply you could be sabotaged.  What allows you to hold the power over your affairs?  With a single infliction, you can be knocked off.  Your mind can slow and the situations important from your wit can dissolve.  Your behavior can easily start to become controlled by disease.  Any disease.  The contagious floating ones that fate's breeze can blow your way.  Cancer can be on the wingtips of your soft DNA that is fused to you so undeniably.  Needing only a trigger, you are at the hands of a thousand outside forces and plots.  Look how elementary your downfall is.  One simple shift and oops...you're gone.  Your piece is out of the game.  How funny it all is.  He knows this.  That is the source of His hysterics.  That is the root of His drowning laughter....

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Swimmingly.  Everything is going just....swimmingly.  [I'm gonna end with the religious saturation at this point.]  Death.  Life.  Whatever.  So I was scoping around for decent ghost photographs, which is SUCH a huge mistake because ghosts scare the living daylights out of me and I'm so hypersensitive as it is, that looking at reflections of faces in turned-off television screens was....not fun.  But on the whole I like cemeteries!  There's this nice one near where I live, it's gorgeous!  Beautiful lawns and crickets chirp and stunning trees....it's a rich, HUGE place and I like it there.  Prolly cuz it doesn't feel haunted; on the contrary, I feel welcome there.  I think the olden, dingy cemeteries are creepy.  They just feel evil.  Whatever.  Not that I'm one of those losers that actually believes in ghosts, I'm still not sure [I could go into an essay now of my opinion about brainwave induced environmental imprints that we subconsciously extract onto photography and etc but I'm going to be a good girl and not ;)]  Although....it is pretty fascinating.  Maybe I should become a ghost hunter and go around America in a winnebago and go to haunted cemeteries with my thermal scanner and digital cam and take pictures at midnight.  Okay, maybe not.

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Ouija boards are creepy.  And those ghost TV shows are soooo scary.  In one they were doing construction and every morning when they came to work, boards and debris were thrown around.  So one night the owner set up a video camera.  So that same night, the camera caught a chair being knocked over and construction material flying around in the background.  0_o  Prolly the scariest one I ever saw was where they had this new house built on some haunted land.  Later they said it was built over some "portal" to the "beyond" because on the outside in the woods there were a lot of the orbs and neon tails and stuff.  But then one day the owner guy took a photo in the main den room.  And in the den was this mirror.  So they developed the picture and in the freaking mirror on the photo was a bunch of dead people just standing there, looking dead and scary.  To this day I never forgot that.  It still gives me the creeps.  Then there's other things I can still remember as well, like some television show taping inside a bedroom in a haunted house.  Then later on when they played the tape back, they saw the top of a person's head just walking by in the window behind the host (who was sitting on the bed).  It would be explainable, but they were on the second floor, about 20 feet off the ground!  Just plain freaky.  Actually, everybody's got some ghost story or another.  Like my mom told me when she was young she and her friends did this seance with this homemade Ouija board (with a spinner that points to the letters or something) and they contacted Elvis Presley, and then the spinner levitated from the table!  Man, that's what I wanna do.  Just go to a cemetery on Halloween night and have a seance.  I wanted to do it last year, but nobody wanted to go.  It's funny, tho.  I'm so terrified of ghosts, but I'd be the first one to propose something like that.  But after all, it is only mental.  Fear - it's only in the mind.  You're not in any real danger, but you still get scared, which proves it's a malfunction that if you could control, it would prove a great amount of discipline on your part.  Mind over matter.  Power of suggestion.  Or something.  I think that sometimes...it's also called courage ;)

Happy Halloween Everyone,
LV  (it was always my favorite holiday)

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 Jack worked on an update and became a dull boy on 09.07.2001 

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