stand

I stand screaming.

amidst a world that would be what it is.

I scream so loud, only what's not there can hear me.

and you ask me sometimes... are you alright?

3:44am 5-29-11 repeated

I don't think it's a good idea anymore.

Nothing is a good idea in the eyes of others...

But what marketing can change the idea of ideas that has embarked mental casing? Things that never leave and yet still plague convulsions in skin? What do you do when this hidden beast comes a knockin?

What does it say exactly?

It comes calling, "worry this and worry that. I like to hear your silent scream and it breaks me free of my dwelling in caverns. I wish not speak to you from darkness but with teeth snarling happiness. You wanna spin yarns of flesh with fire... do it my friend. Smell the delightful taste."

Seems odd? Does that make sense to you?

... ever so much.

rocks

I ate them.