Feel free to psychoanalize me
Theres nothing there but what I wanted you to see
Crazy Dave, fabricating, prevaricating
something out of nothing
to hide behind
nothing to hide except what I made.
Erotic, spiritual, grumpy…deliciously dark in places but with redeeming qualities…
This author hits the spot in this short tale…
Budhhism as an internal struggle and women as the metaphor…
An extended form Koan…
Bardo and the bathroom door…
What goes on behind it?
You only know if its you there
Unless you’ve read the book
Instruction manual to the great unknown
How to discard what once was so precious,
Life…..or last nights dinner.
Evil and her sisters work to change the world, save the unenlightened from the candyfloss abyss. Rescue the believers from the illusions they create. Turn atheists to saints, the clergy to hedonists.
What good is there in unrelenting joy and rejoice? When death follows as certainly as birth? No, come to their dark quiet and gain some relief. Candyfloss illusions will surely come to grief.
Naughty little succubi masturbating in the confessional. Do they offer temptation? Or redemption, from tight collared life?
The world needs destruction, it cleanses the dreams, making way for the future, leaves nothing the same. Evil and her sisters, dark forces, without shame.
I don’t even know why I have this WordPress blog. I don’t like wordpress and I have so many other blogs/sites. But here it is. What should I do with it?
Maybe some Santana?