Ramble # 1

i am a living breathing legend proof of divinity id like to start this ramble a bit more demure but you see i have been given time to set the synergy in motion. i am shocked by the information given to me like a librarian's life i take it all in until i can breathe no more i am asked repeatedly about mysex my love my rock and roll there are no more stories for me to tell, there are simply too many. sometimes i see myself in colors, off colors like black and white and red all over blood isn't passable in my world my word is given and taken away by my own self-indulgence my fear and scary disposition i love without remorse loving no one in return no one loves me in return and it's hard for me to take that i am a living moving picture like in the old style movies they return for a new plague they document my footsteps there are no more gifts that i can give without a sacrifice there is no truth there is no life there is no lifeline. i see myself in pictures and i see a stupid shell of a woman that grieves like bloos runs through and down pines, resin feels like blood sometimes i see a silly stupid karma trial a monsignor pays his dues with crucifixes have you ever notices that the word crucifix has the words cross and fix crosses fix things like bandaids fix battle wounds do they i hope they do my heart opens wide like the mouth of a soldier i breathe my rambles life in to many painstacking pictures i am a moving object ilke a ufo but cleaner and less frightening my best friends say i'm the pinnacle opposite of sanity they don't know how much more normal i can really seem if i just looked at myself in the mirrors, smiled and just fucking said hello to me.