the lazy but unrelenting force, pressures pushing one along the edge of
diamond-sharp sparks, and the bleeding done then will be worth the pain
in this temporary dimension… the blistering commodity waning softly in
the night, and then to wake the next morning refreshed from the state of
negative bliss, wondering where our backward fixations are taking us
for the ride… the length of my right thumb’s fingernail is rather
disturbing to behold, useful for playing guitar or cutting some restless
bystander who might get mouthy, and this is the demon thumb spoken of
with spooky voice-over… as the refreshing, lingering atmosphere washes
away, and a new mood it seems takes the place for a slow and dreaded
creep… making the sick muse speak for itself before a righteous flaming
disposal at the hands of some matter-of-fact brainless fiend, the
executive of which hide their flesh-eating tendencies so as not to
frighten the rest of their speculative prey, and those same lizard
people drive the whole mockery to the brink… the hidden agenda of a
mysteriously long-drawn out conclusion, constantly smashing opposing
forces together, but not truly of either side to the struggle but a
further outside force… the fear comes not from acknowledging the darker
side of self, but through an ignorant opinion recognizing of the
description has to be so ‘black/ white’ deformed as bias of always
taking a side, in the spaces waiting anxious for the orders to be given…
waving the demon thumb around at the strangers makes me wild and crazy,
but the partner’s aid takes me back to introspection in dismay of my
own demonic directives, the parade of flesh fears that the mind is the
doorway in… this fear rolls off of the tongues of both the religious and
the relentless, in their fervor they decide it best to vanquish some
integral unity...
