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2003-09-27 - 6:27 a.m. Drawing ever closer to the purging Potentate; a brand plucked from the fire of the urge to gloat and hate, all those subtle streamings and entrapments of our leanings, preferences and dreamings of the crapshoot of our gleanings Breakdowns at the Wayside Inn and there affliction's fires begin as good intent turns into sin and still Hell Bentley burns within a different grade petroleum a fuel of carbon oxygen and something we call life and then... I don't know... it was sweet and it was harsh especially when the island marsh scented on the overpass to fun musky sensuality on the run becomes the sinking quick sand when it's done and totally devours everyone. have you ever witnessed someone go berzerk? See the screaming wit's end bummer shake and jerk as they spit their violent hatred in your face and you begin to understand the basket case has crossed the edge and gone into that psycho place? well, it's very hard for memory to erase... a person you once thought you knew went raging blind how can we turn to blaming scapegoats in our mind? the frying pan that we jump out of to escape what we're not proud of leads into the fire that roasts the fatted hind until the soul evaporates out of the cycle by something far outside the gates of brain and psyche oh, I allude to what we have no faculty to experience short of divine decree but still it doesn't take a rocket dork to see this is the draw of purging Potent mystery. � � |