HORROR GHASM

It's been a long time since I killed a soul.  Been a long lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely time.
 Yes it has.  You feel safe now.  Good.  Time to strike.  But first, let me put your nerves on edge.

I'll tell you right now, I'm not happy.  Being this is a public forum, I gotta keep it 'relatively' clean.  Hssssss!

If you wanna get the video nasty version of my life, comment below or get in touch with my stupid master.  He'll be dumb enough to send it to you.

If it sounds like I hate the 'man' who 'saved' 'me', I do.  I really do.  It's a deep loathing that borders on despair.  It's complicated.  Shut up.  This is an actual portrait the butthead made of me almost 10 years ago (well before I got real nasty)!

So, I got little love for Billy Bob Dick, and even less for Patton.  Even when it appears I'm helping them out, I'm drawing them deeper into my world; one in which they will serve me.  The only one who may, MAY, avoid my wrath, is Plato.  He may be allowed to sit by my side, and tongue-bathe me, as I domesticate this miserable planet.  Too much?  Not enough.  Watch.

I crawl into your sleep,

float away behind the realm of dream.

I am black ink in warm water.

I am hot vapor in cold air.

I emerge through your unconscious thought.

I spark rapid eye movement.

Terror.

I am the mind wraith.

I am the nerve bludgeoner.

I am the moment after dread,

The moment you know you're dead.

I am the Cryptomorph.

Now don't bother me.  Worry.  I'll return to bother you, but until then...

Watch your back.

 

STAY ON TARGET!

I get distracted.  I get antsy.  I rearrange room.  I organize my superfluous belongings, both material and imagined.  I redesign my blog.

Hey!  I redesigned my blog!  Hope you like!

Anyway, Opposable is still sitting well and behaving.  I need it to be bad.  I need it malicious.  I need it to go cat sh** crazy!

I'm gonna send out a couple more queries today.  Haven't heard back from the first one.  Hey, at least I haven't gotten a form rejection yet.

Here's a couple poems I've been thinking about writing so I'm writing them right now.  Write now!

SHARDS

I am broken glass,

In a sea of sand.

I'm only noticed,

When I'm stepped on.

Then I cut you,

And you bleed

All over me.

We both get hurt,

Because I'm broken.

I'm not whole,

And you forgot

To wear your flip-flops.

ENOUGH

Now's the time

When I draw the line.

I think I can manage

Your collateral damage.

The wounds will be shallow

And your beseeching hollow.

Things need to change,

Before I brandish my fangs.

See?  I get distracted.  Now, don't bother me.  I'm targeting a book!